Chapter 14

I woke to voices.

“He is kinda cute huh?” Came a female voice.

“Yeah he is. He’s a pain in the butt sometimes, but he’s a good guy. He came for all of us, and he takes me shopping.” Kayla giggled.

“Yeah, what do we do about stuff?”

“Don’t worry, he will take care of everyone. He’s good like that. He’s a meanie pants sometimes, but he’s a good guy.” Kayla replied.

“I’m a better guy when I’ve slept more.” I said, opening my eyes.

Kayla and Jill were standing over me, looking down.

“Heya sleepy head.” Kayla giggled.

“Hey there. How’s everyone doing?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Pretty good I guess. I mean, I think everyone knows that they are a vampire now at least.” Kayla replied.

“Did you make breakfast?” I asked.

“Uh, what? I don’t really cook and all we really eat is blood, or drink, or whatever.” Kayla asked with a confused look on her face.

“I’m teasing.” I replied in a flat voice as I stood up.

“Oh, OK.”

“Is there any left in those kegs?”

“I think so. Everyone was really hungry last night.”

“Yeah tell me about it. So, is everyone OK?” I asked, standing up in front of Kayla.

“Yeah. The Freshmen are down in the living room and the sophomores are, uhm in my bed. And yours too I guess.”

“Freshmen?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, the new girls.” Kayla replied in a matter of fact voice.

“So, are you like, the head of the sorority?” I asked with a smirk.

“Can I be? Totally! Totally! I’m totally the head of the club! Awesome! I always wanted to be the President! That’s fucking awesome!” Kayla exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.

I laughed a bit and wandered downstairs. It was dark outside, so I had to assume that it was night time. The Freshmen class were waking up and taking in their new surroundings.

“I’m the President! I’m the President!” Kayla sang as she ran down the steps behind me.

The Freshmen looked at each other with confusion.

“Just roll with it. You’ll get used to her.” I said to the girls.

There were some giggles.

“What’s all that stuff?” Kayla asked, pointing at the pile of bags and boxes.

“Basics. Some clothes and beds and blankets and stuff.”

“Oh awesome. We already started making a shopping list.” Kayla replied.

“Yeah, I bet you did. Well, I bet that everyone wants a shower.”

“Uh huh. Do you have any more luffas?” Kayla asked.

“What the fuck is a luffa?” I asked.

“Uhm, you know the big fluffy thing you use in the shower?” Kayla replied, giving me a look as if I was an alien.

“No sorry. Add it to the list.” I said, rolling my eyes.

We spend the evening getting to know each other.

There was Kayla of course, and Jill, Rose and Maggie. Then, there was Amy, Amanda and Vanessa.

They all went around the room, telling their stories. Amanda, Rose, Jill and Maggie had all been seduced by Raven. Vanessa and Amy had found their way to the club on their own and had been scooped up by Steve.

All of them knew Liz, and they all had virtually identical stories.

Drunken sex orgies, followed by bondage and then Liz feeding them blood in the heat of the moment. Liz and Steve would watch them turn and then take them down to a holding cell. Then, they would slowly be fed blood until they knew what it was like. Finally, they were moved to one of the bedrooms where I found Jill. They were told in no uncertain terms what their roles would be and that noncompliance meant no dinner.

It sent chills up and down my spine to think about. The girls were fed just enough blood to make them tough, but not enough to make them strong enough to resist. Once they had strengthened a bit, they were moved to the club, where the really intense stuff happened.

No one wanted to talk about that much.

I told my story of being turned by Liz all those years ago. The girls listened in rapt attention.

“So, you’re like, 100 years old?” Vanessa asked.

“Technically I’m 40, thank you very much. It seems like the ratio is about ten years to 1 vampire year.” I explained.

“Oh, so it’s like dog years!” Kayla piped up.

Some snickers came up from the group.

“Yeah, it’s dog years.”

“So, how long do we live? Are we immortal or something?” Amy asked.

I spent the next several hours explaining what I knew about vampire history and biology. How the blood types worked, how we got stronger and how we navigated the world. Strangely enough, several of the girls knew their blood type.

“Well, we’ll get the rest of you typed as soon as we can. In the meantime, load up on what we have there.” I nodded.

“Uhm, Scotty. About that. Uh, I think the keg is about done.” Kayla mumbled.