Chapter 8

The twins not being vampires, they fell asleep a lot faster than Mom or me, of course. Still, I got a little action out of them, as did Mom, for that matter. We snuggled up together on the master bed now, the wooden stake now on the nightstand next to us just in case. The rest of the bat was in the trash with the dust, of course. I could feel Mom’s sleek skin against mine, her hair on my chest as she lay there in my arms. She was naked and I could see where she had indeed shaved her twat right before lying down with me.

As dawn struck, Mom and I rose, covering our bodies as much as possible to ward off sunlight. Her bosses probably thought that she had converted to Islam or something. I had Heather’s blood for breakfast, while Mom had Natasha’s. Neither girl complained as they knew that we couldn’t have solid food anymore. What we would do for lunch was anyone’s guess, but at least I wouldn’t be in high school much longer. We did give the girls a boxed lunch of leftover liver and onions to keep their iron levels healthy. I had a feeling that liver, clams, shrimp, spinach, and other high iron foods would become staples for the twins in our house.

When we reached the high school and my stepsisters, being sophomores for the rest of the year, headed to their homerooms, I was immediately summoned to the principal’s office. The new principal, Samantha Roth, of course. Rumor had it that she was a lesbian. I wouldn’t be shocked if she was, but I knew that she had stood up for me against Principal Hogan and I was thus in her debt. I sat nervously in front of her desk while waiting for her to arrive, which she did more punctually than her predecessor. Then again, he probably fucked someone while I waited in the past.

“Mr. Mazzini ... can I call you ... Charles?” Ms. Roth asked me now.

“Sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ms. Roth? Or should I call you ‘Principal’ Roth now?” I smiled, feeling a bit disarmed by the former vice-principal who had saved my hide and put that asshole in jail where he belonged.

“How about Samantha, Sammie, or just Sam? You won’t be one of my students much longer and I owe you ... big-time,” she told me with a very friendly smile.

“You owe me? Are you sure that I don’t owe you something, for saving my ass?” I countered.

“Okay, we’ll call it even. You just got me a big, fat promotion, kiddo. Fair enough?” Ms. Roth suggested.

“That works for me,” I shifted a bit in my seat, unsure of how to deal with a friendly face in that particular post.

“You’re not used to trusting school authorities, are you, Charles? I couldn’t help you that much in the past, but now I can. Lewis Hogan is history, along with everything that he represented. The old ways are done. Even so ... there is one ... thing that you can do for me,” Sam squirmed now.

“What is that?” I asked her.

“You can fuck me ... okay, two things, you can bite me, too,” Sam bit her bottom lip, looking a bit flustered, of course.

“The more things change, the more they stay the same, I guess. What about the old ways being done again?” I observed, more than a little jarred by this sudden turnabout.

“No, no, no ... not like that. He forced people to do it ... and offered nothing in return but avoiding his wrath. I will do things ... for you ... in return. Like maybe ... do my utmost to minimize your exposure to sunlight, my dear lad. All I ask is that I get the honor of feeding you directly ... and of course, of fucking you, right here, right now,” Sam sought to reassure me.

“Here, I heard that you were gay,” I chuckled now.

“No ... but I am bisexual and into ... students. Male and female alike. But unlike Mr. Hogan, I like to be nice about it. Submissive to them, in fact. I can assure you that you’ll have all the power in our relationship. All of it. I have the authority here, but I don’t like to have it off the clock, you understand? That’s far more true now, in fact, when my power is much greater at work. Principal of the school. But in private, I want ... a discreet student or two ... or three, to take me to task, bring me to heel, and use me for food in your case,” Sam shocked me with her proposition.

“Wow ... what’s in this for you ... it sounds to me like I’m getting all of the benefits here, Sam. Another cougar in my bed, another food source ... other than my stepsisters, in fact. Power over you. What’s your ... real agenda, Sam. Let’s lay all your cards down on the table, shall we?” I demanded to know the catch.

“I ... I want ... to be ... turned. Eventually. Not yet, but later. I want to become a vampire ... and part of your household. I want to sleep with you, kiss you, bed you, share you, serve you, you get the idea. I’m a little subbie at heart, you know. Subbie Sam. Pretty please? I’ll do ... whatever you like. Imagine instead of a principal who mistreats you, one who serves at your beck and call. What do you say?” Ms. Roth really stunned me for sure.

“I think that you need to start by telling me the secrets of every last member of the faculty. All of them. I want to have that kind of power over them, even if it’s for the week. And then, of course, you’ll feed me ... from that nice little vein in your right breast,” I instructed Sam, who blushed and licked her lips in obvious lust.

“Okay, then ... to start with ... Mrs. Murphy. Pam ... she and I ... do sleep together now and then. Okay we do it a lot. We’re not gay, just bi. She’s a bit older than my usual preference, but she knows how to eat a pussy like nobody’s business. It’s kinda hard to ignore that, right?