Brides

Standing on wobbly legs it took Charisma a few minutes to gain the strength to walk again. She felt cold and weak and a little light headed but otherwise ok but when she walked up to a nearby full length mirror she realized she was far from alright, she had been murdered after all.

Her skin while not as white as Ariel's was still far paler than it should have been. Even though her face was only inches from the smooth glass her breath left no fog on the mirror, mostly because she wasn't breathing at all. Placing her hand on her chest she struggled to find a heartbeat but there wasn't one. She was as dead as the woman she had seen at the party only she was up and about despite the fact. She was also different in other ways that she noticed as she examined her figure in the mirror.

Her facial features were different slightly and her body seemed to be smoother and had developed much more attractive shape. Her breasts were perfect before but now the shape seemed to be even more so, they stood more and her nipples were nearly perfect circles and just the right color. Her hips were unchanged but her waist was narrower giving her body more of an hourglass look like when she used to do corset training. Her ass was just as round but much smoother and her skin was formed over taught muscles that rippled with every movement of her body. In short while she didn't really look different she looked far more attractive sexually even to herself.

Still wobbly on her legs Charisma sat down on the bed and tried to make sense of what had happened to her the previous night. She had watched a man kill a woman by drinking her blood from her wrist and after confronting him he turned her over to two women who raped and tortured her finally killing her by drinking her blood. It had never occurred to her before now that the three of them were vampires but feeling the razor-sharp fangs in her own mouth brought it all together, she had been murdered by vampires and now she was one of them.

A muffled voice called out to her from a corner of the room and she saw a man tied up and naked on the bed she had once been tied to. She wasn't sure how she had missed him but she was sure of one thing right now, she was hungry and he was dinner.

Charisma approached the helpless man and reached for his large dick. Even limp it was a handful but as she stroked his length to hardness she was amazed at how large the thing got. It still wasn't anywhere near as big as the huge dildo Azriel had fucked her with when she had murdered her but it was still very impressive. Hungry as much for this man's sex as she was for his blood Charisma didn't give it a second thought when she swallowed his cock with one gulp and slowly dug her teeth into the flesh at the base as she sucked him. The strange man moaned and squirmed under the assault of her mouth and fangs and Charisma held him firmly by the buttocks to keep his dick in her mouth. She turned her head from side to side as her fangs dug deeper and deeper into his skin finally breaking the surface and spilling his hot blood into her mouth.

The taste of his life was exquisite. Searing hot his blood burned her mouth but she didn't dare let go instead she dug her fangs into his flesh as deep as she could and sucked eagerly at the open wounds filling her mouth and spilling from her lips. His blood gushed faster than she could drink it and it ran down her chin onto the sheets of the bed. Moaning loudly through the gag the man struggled against his bonds and tried to break free, Charisma sucked on his cock and started teasing the tip with her tongue to keep him somewhat calm.

It took several minutes but eventually she drank her fill and finished sucking the man off. His come shot hard into her mouth and burned just as hot as his blood. She pulled her head back and let his gisim hit her face instead of swallowing it. As she watched his orgasm subside she noticed that he stopped moving and breathing as soon as he finished. Full of blood she smiled at her first kill.

"Enjoy him?" A familiar female voice asked her from behind. Charisma turned to see Azriel and Ariel standing behind her.

"I was hoping you'd save some for us." Ariel pouted.

"What the...?" Charisma started to ask. Azriel's skin was now the natural dark brown color of an African American female and Ariel's skin while pale was no longer white and looked more natural as well. Ariel had very light blonde hair and Azriel's was a very dark brown color, almost the same as her skin tone.

"We can change our appearance at will. Its limited to our skin and hair color but fun nonetheless." Ariel answered Charisma's unanswered question as she sat down on the floor next where Charisma was sitting. Charisma embraced her despite the anger she was beginning to feel.

"What did you do to me?" Charisma asked.

"The only thing we could. We killed you and brought you back as one of us." Azriel replied without emotion.

"Our master was none too pleased but he went along with it after a while." Ariel kissed Charisma gently on the forehead.

"How long was I out?" Charisma asked them. Both Azriel and Ariel had changed back to the same skin and hair color they were when Charisma first saw them while they were talking to Charisma. Azriel examined the body of the man Charisma had just killed while Ariel cuddled Charisma next to her on the floor where she had sat down.

"Two years." Ariel responded. Charisma leaped up to a standing position knocking Ariel to the floor.

"TWO YEARS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Well the process takes time." Azriel told her placing her hands on her hips. "Calm down."

"Two years I've been lying in that bed dead?" Charisma wasn't sure why that startled her so much but right now she was confused and unable to make any sense of the two women and what they had done to her.

"I said, calm down." Azriel growled at her. Charisma stood frozen in place now as afraid as she'd been as when they met last. "You obviously are none the worse for wear."

Charisma stood for a while and looked at Azriel and then Ariel who stood back up and embraced Charisma once again. She clutched the other vampire and fought back the urge to cry. She had no idea what was in store for her now that she was a vampire but she knew she was now dependant on the women who raped and murdered her two years prior.

"So what do I do now?" Charisma finally asked.

"Trust us, we're going to take care of you." Ariel told her.

"What about my job?" Charisma asked.

"The thing about being one of us, you don't need a job. Master has all the resources we need to get along. The only rule is that we don't leave the compound without his knowledge, other than that we're free to do whatever we please." Azriel told her. "Now get dressed, we have a party tonight to get ready for and it's going to be killer."

Charisma lounged on a lonely couch in a dark corner of the main room where the ball was being held. Unlike previous parties where she craved attention she never got this time she avoided attention like the plague. Since waking up as a vampire her skin had developed a pale tone and her eyes slowly grew darker. Within minutes her eyes were completely black, her lips were also black and her skin shone brightly almost as white as Ariel's skin before she somehow changed it. The other two women told her it would take time for her to be able to change her own skin and hair color at will and at this party no one would even notice.

That didn't bother Charisma so much as her growing desire for blood. Although she had just fed she looked at the men and women attending the ball as food to sate her hunger. Not only did she want to feed on them she wanted to fuck them as well and that confused her all the more. Being a vampire had awakened desires in her that she wasn't familiar with and were a little overwhelming. Ariel and Azriel, too interested in finding prey of their own had left her to mingle with their potential victims. Charisma wondered how the partiers felt being hosted by killers that wanted nothing more from then their very lives.

Unable to withstand the tension Charisma stood up from the couch and walked to the far side of the room where a young man sat with a young woman. Charisma was highly attracted to them both and she guessed their youth would keep their blood rich and fresh.

"Enjoying the party?" she asked them before sitting down on one arm of the small couch.

"Yeah its kind of slow but we like chatting with everyone." The male of the couple said.

"I love these kind of parties. They're always so decadent." The female replied. Charisma did all she could to not salivate for the handsome couple.

"Yes well, that is the whole point. I'm Charisma." She introduced herself by holding out her hand. The female shook it gently and the male gave her wrist a light kiss.

"I'm Shelly and this is Carter." Shelly smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Would either of you like to have anything else to drink?" Charisma asked standing. "I'm running empty myself."

"We'd love some." Carter held up their glasses for Charisma to take.

"White for both of us, please." Shelly asked.

"White huh? I prefer red myself." Charisma winked. She had a hard time hiding her fangs in her smile but the couple didn't seem to notice. It was going to be a glorious night.