Part 6

Chapter Sixteen: Meeting is such sweet sorrow

A soft plop sounded as the fragment slid from Lesley hand into the cold water of the low level cistern. Three pieces successfully hidden, two still to find locations for. She had been instructed by Joyce to spread them around to ensure a casual observer could never find more than one piece. It didn't make a lot of sense to Lesley and as was more than typical she had not been let in on the secret. Lesley poked her head outside of the restroom and listened intently before moving on, judging by the quietness of the club the cleaner was still busy downstairs. In minutes the final fragments were shadowed away and Lesley strode confidently down the stairs.

All was quiet as she dropped from the last step, and Lesley shouted cheerily

"Thanks I found my purse," into the unlit cavernous interior.

"I'm off now!"

There was a brief muffled reply; there was something about the retorts timbre that enchanted Lesley. She decided to seek out the speaker, her legs seemed to know which way to go; after a few steps her other senses caught up, the sweetest of smells - so rich she could taste it on her tongue, the most velvet of lips brushing softly against hers. Blindly she felt her being drawn towards something pure, virginally innocent. Her sole intent was corruption of such innocence it was too tempting, too easy.

Joyce stirred in her day-time slumber, her dreams pulled apart from her sisters; Claudia alone saw the dispatching of the remaining peasant girls. For seconds that stretched into years Joyce's mind was blank, until the call came. The call whipped through her rest and transported her soul to a very different bedchamber. At it's centre a dark haired woman reclined, Joyce's mind cowered as the unspoken words rang in her mind.

"Welcome novice into the presence of Erzsébet Bathory, council member of the Wampyr high command. Fear for your immortality, my will rules supreme here."

Joyce felt her body pushed down into a supplicants pose.

"What do you want with me?" Joyce's words froze in the chill air.

"Want with you," Erzsébet cruelly laughed "nothing, from you, everything. You are the most useful of our new recruits, and you are truly privileged. Most vampyres never met one of the true Wampyr, let alone consort with one. However needs drive us, man is close to defeating us, not by power or wisdom but by his fascination with science"

"Defeat us, man is too weak willed, surely?" Joyce asked in astonishment.

"True, but he would not even know of his victory, or need to fight the battle. As always he would stumble forth in stupidity, but he would still win!"

"How, when all we need to do is take of his blood to enslave him?" Joyce questioned the mistress.

"His blood, yes it is both our strength and our weakness. Humans produce intoxicants in their blood when they have pleasure; it is these we feed on not the blood itself. True Wampyr cannot produce the intoxicants themselves and without our regular supply we fade, we can pass on our nature to humans through the bite, or more rarely we can find orphans"

"Orphans?" Joyce furrowed her brow.

"Yes, like you, somewhere in your ancestry a vampyre bit, but did not complete the bite. One of your forebears was strong or wiley enough to escape. The bite was carried through your bloodline to you, an orphan; you do not need the bite. Any contact with a vampyre or its property will turn you"

"So how will man defeat us, there must be many orphans?" Joyce quizzed further

"Many thousands, but soon with his science man will find them, cure them and in the process destroy us. Our touch damages man; if the orphan has no contact with a vampyre by middle age it will perish young. Man will soon have the power to detect this and cure it. If that cure was given to all - Wampyr could not infect humans"

"We would die out!" Joyce interjected her eyes widening.

"Yes, and you are tasked to find and seduce one who can prevent that happening, we need to fight fire with fire, find me an accursed scientist! Do not fail me Wampyr hate is not to be endured"

Abruptly the dream ended, back to welcoming blankness Joyce's soul fled carrying Erzsébet's task wedded to its core. In her sleep Joyce turned her black hair swept across her features, black except for one streak of the purest virginal white.

Maldea wondered at the new feelings her young body produced, oh she had touched herself before, but never with such urgent purpose. Her dark toned hands dipped under her panty band and spread the collecting dew towards the sparse hairs of her smooth mound. Her breath whistled between semi-open lips as her panting deepened. Maldea's mind used her mothers voice to scream at her, to stop the thoughts and the plundering digits, before they sullied her. Desire was stronger than the upbringing, and the body responded faster than the guilt could cope with. Images of soft female flesh hung before her, succulent peach skinned breasts, deep liquid valleys, her wetness played against her fingers as the pleasure surged, Maldea spiralled into her first orgasm of womanhood.

Lesley pursed her lips, and then licked them slowly in appreciation of the impromptu floorshow she had just witnessed. Her boot tip reached out to nudge the girls left foot. She jumped, startled and staring.

"Its alright, that was lovely - would you like to learn more?" Lesley asked in smooth languid voice.

"No, leave me it's wrong, I'm bad - I need confession, I'm..." The girl cried in terror.

"What you need the church can't supply, but I can" Lesley grinned stepping out of her discarded pants.

"Stay away from me I'll scream," threatened the seated girl.

"You will, but you'll have to make me scream first" Lesley laughed throwing her skirt over the girls upturned tear streaked face.

Maldea struggled against the flesh being pressed into her face, trying desperately to avoid contact with the slippery slit. It was hopeless; the lips found hers and pressed savagely down smearing juices in their wake. Another outrage, nimble fingers sought the tender nipples on the under-developed chest. Once more her body started the sweetest of betrayals, her lips opened a fraction and met slick pungent skin, the taste was pure temptation. An inexperienced tongue explored the flavour further and all was lost, lost and found in an instant. The girl worshipped between Lesley's stretched legs feeding her newfound desire. Olive skinned hands plundered the small wet vulva for the second time as Maldea discovered the bud of her polished clitoris.

Mike swung the pickup into East Houston, It was getting late, and he would need to find somewhere to hole up for the night soon. His eyes flicked alone the sidewalk looking for accommodation, 237, nope 251, nope, 269... Lesley! She just appeared before him sauntering away from the street corner doorway. Mike slammed on the brakes and rammed the right tires unceremoniously up the kerbstone. He searched in desperation for her, and flew from the seat to head up Avenue B in desperate pursuit.

"Hey buddy, you can't leave it there I've got a delivery due" An unseen voice challenged.

"Buddy"

"BUDDY,"

"YOU ASSHOLE!"

Chapter Seventeen: Best left alone

Frankie still fought against the lure of the vampyre life, but her resistance was waning. She still berated her lack of willpower when Lesley had initiated the threesome, not that Gina had complained. It was just that the real Gina would have complained, just as the real Frankie would have stopped the errant Lesley. Tears pooled in Frankie's eyes, they were quickly swept away, as must be any other telltale signs of free will. Frankie pulled her emotions in line as the others filed into the lounge. Joyce radiated confidence as she spoke to the group.

"Lesley will soon return from the Meow mix; where she has been laying the bait. Soon our victims will come to us, making our presence harder to detect. It also avoids the risk of us being unable to return here before the dawn launches an obscene sun into the sky. Your task is to entertain our guests, entertain and extract vital information. We are searching for a scientist, or even better a molecular biologist to convert to the cause. Why this is needed you do not need to know, simply contact me, my or sister Claudie with any information. Anyone converting such a contact for personal pleasure will be outcast!"

"What do you mean outcast?" asked an inquisitive Frankie.

"Just that you will be excluded from the house and the roost" Joyce stated.

"But, we'd die!" Gina gasped open mouthed.

"Just so and quite horribly, so no mistakes" Smiled Joyce.

"Frankie could I have a word?" Joyce added "Alone"

Claudie led Gina out of the lounge, her arm slung loosely around the girl's waist. Frankie watched them depart; it still hurt to see Gina with someone else. As the linked figures disappeared Joyce spoke in a hushed but threatening voice.

"Always the one to question, never quite able to hide your impertinence are you Frankie"

"No offence Joyce, I'm just the nosey kind, you know?" Frankie gulped, even towering over Joyce's slight form she still felt small.

"I know, Frankie, I know you had time to build up resistance before you bite was completed. I know you are a rebel, but I will crush you if you oppose my will" Joyce's voice grated with hard-edged hate.

"Oppose you why would..." Frankie's sentence was cut short by a thrusting hand grabbing her throat. As if weightless she was lifted a full six inches from the ground.

"Oppose me and watch Gina die, oppose me and I will make her the outcast. I will force you to watch her flesh stripped by the noon sun, you will see her change right before you into something you can't bear to look at, let alone touch! Do we understand each other?" Joyce looked deeply into the shocked eyes.

"Yes, you're killing me, please" Frankie croaked.

Joyce lessened her grip and returned a shaken Frankie to solid ground.

"Good, it's best to be clear, it saves a lot of bad feeling in the long run," Joyce smiled. "now show me there is no bad feeling Frankie"

Frankie stooped and kissed Joyce, lightly at first, but then with increasing passion. Frankie's hands slid easily down Joyce's back and pulled the twin globes of her ass-cheeks apart. An insistent finger probed against a resistant sphincter, then popped into the pliant depths. Joyce sighed heavily and relaxed back onto the sofa, she looked up into Frankie's adoring eyes and grinned. As the lapping began to spread wetness up her slit Joyce closed her eyes in pleasure.