Helena's Turning

Part 13

Helena was hungry again, she could feel it in her as a furnace urgent for more fuel. It was not the consuming hunger that had driven previous feeds, but it was insistent and continuing. She needed to hunt.

Cabud knew what she was feeling, and he led her away from the chamber and through his castle disguised as an office tower. She followed as he led, aware that they were heading towards the ground floor again. They were going out, they would hunt soon. It was the Volkswagen that he chose to be their chariot that night, and Helena remembered climbing into it that morning, dressed in the same clothes as she was still wearing now. There was little clue as to their destination as they drove through the city, but Cabud seemed to be following a well-rehearsed route. They were not going to any of the clubs that were open on a Wednesday night, so how would they hunt? And they were not going where the prostitutes worked, nor where the beggars and homeless people slept. How would they find prey?

At a nondescript house that looked as shabby as the car, Cabud pulled over. There were many cars parked in the street, but that was hardly unusual. Cabud climbed from the car and with a curt word ordered Helena to do likewise. He took her by the hand, and led her to the front door of the house. He rapidly gave what was obviously a coded knock, and the door opened to reveal a girl in typical Goth attire, who immediately proffered her arm as though to have the back of her hand kissed – but her hand was the wrong way up. Cabud brushed it away imperiously.

"Lord Cabud!" the girl greeted him. Cabud gestured Helena forwards, and introduced her: "This is Helena, she is a new one of my kind, and will have the same rights as I do in this building."

"Yes, my Lord. Mistress Helena, please come this way," the girl gestured, and seemed to be deliberately showing off her neck. It began to dawn on Helena that this woman actually wanted to be eaten, to have her lifeblood drained from her body. It was tempting, but there had to be a reason why Cabud had not taken her up on the offer before, so she curbed her hunger until all had become clear.

It transpired that the host was not the only person in the house who had this fetish. In fact, it was nothing but a den for people who revelled in being fed upon by vampires. In the large lounge to which the girl led Helena, there were about a dozen people, nine girls and three boys – not one of them could be older than Helena herself, and half seemed to be below eighteen.

"We are all here for your delectation and consumption. Take as many as you wish!" With that, she gave a deep bow and joined the company, draped across the various pieces of fake antique furniture. Everyone left their major blood vessels artfully exposed.

Cabud arrived at Helena's shoulder, "As you can see," he explained, "There is a community of people who find that the act of allowing another to drink from them is intensely pleasurable. And a genuine vampire drinking is many times more pleasurable still. But be careful: it does us no good if one should die, however much he or she might fantasise about it. Use only one fang to gently break the artery, and lick the wound closed afterwards: they heal better if you do that. Do not drink too much from one person, but share your favours and take your fill from several sources."

"But why do they not become vampires if you drain them, as you did me?"

"They do not accept the predatory nature, but are dedicated to being perfect victims. The vampire magic would not take root in such a person, and they would die just as surely as those who deny the magic's existence die. Now go, and feed. If you wish, you may use them sexually: but only once you feel no more hunger. Otherwise you may not be able to control your feeding urge."

Helena looked around the room, and saw to her shock a girl whom she knew from university: a girl by the name of Angelique, who had annoyed many members of the Goth community by proclaiming how much deeper into the scene she really was than anyone else, and hinting at darker secrets and hidden doings. So it had been true, all along. But now, Helena had gone one better. Her choice of food was obvious now. Angelique had shown no flicker of recognition so far, so Helena decided to make straight for her.

It was only when Helena took Angelique's hand and planted a kiss on its back, that the girl looked up and recognised the new arrival.

"What are you doing here?" Angelique asked in surprise.

"I came to feed on your blood," Helena replied.

"You're a poser, like the boys upstairs," Angelique replied, "I only want a real vampire." Helena bared her fangs at last. "Oh my God, he turned you! You bitch!"

"Now I am deeper into the scene than you, and my fangs will be deep into you. How does that feel?" Helena asked, and Angelique moaned with frustration, but stretched her neck further so that Helena had the easiest access possible. Helena gently stroked the tip of her mutated tooth across the front of Angelique's throat, making her moan again, this time with fear and desire. Helena realised that the fear only accentuated the turn-on that these willing victims felt when they submitted to the teeth.

Finally, Helena increased her pressure on Angelique's jugular, puncturing the skin and feeling the high-pressure blood spurt into her mouth and down her throat. With her lips, she controlled the flow of the blood, knowing instinctively how much she could safely take and how to allow the rest to reach Angelique's brain and prevent the cells there from dying. It was like a long, slow kiss to the neck that constantly vibrated and changed as Angelique breathed, as the flow of blood altered with the cycle of the heart's pumping, and as the pressure and shape of Helena's lips shifted to adapt to both.

Helena felt Angelique begin to weaken, and it frustrated her because she was not nearly full yet. But she stopped herself anyway, licking the wound closed as she did so and watching her saliva instantly clot the blood over the puncture, ensuring that no further blood was lost. Angelique looked blissful even as she was incapacitated by blood-loss, her heart only pumping weakly now. The girl would recover by morning, but she was floating in a world between life and death, where it seemed that she was more ecstatic than anywhere else.

Helena picked another girl, and bit into her wrist, hard, much harder than necessary, and the girl yelped with pain. Helena was angry with Angelique for flaking out so soon, and took it out on this victim instead. It was a short-lived anger: the girl forgot the pain as Helena sucked deeply from her, moaning all the time with sexual excitement, even as she grew weaker by the second. Helena saw that she had to stop with this one as well, and did so reluctantly. The edge was well and truly taken from her hunger, and she could feel that one more would satisfy her. This time she chose one of the boys. He looked to her to be barely fifteen years old, and she could not imagine how he had discovered his thrill at being drained of blood. This one, she decided, was going to have a very good time indeed.

She slipped out of her dress and left it on the floor, naked now apart from her long stockings. She straddled the boy, and saw with pleasure that he was already more than half erect. She ignored his prick and went once again for the neck, feeling the boy's groan of joy as the fang slipped into his flesh.

Helena did not take as much as she did from the other two, for she was sated now, and wished to fuck this boy: if she drank too much of his blood, there would not be enough left to keep him hard. She could see that he was feeling very faint because, with the blood in her stomach and the blood that was keeping him hard, there was far less available for his brain. But he was hard, and Helena had upon her the lust that came with feeding.

"Listen: are you a virgin?" she asked the boy. He was too groggy to lie to her: "Yes, mistress," he whispered.

"Not any more!" smiled Helena, and she drove herself down hard onto his cock, clenching her vagina around it and then sliding up and down, riding it urgently, while everyone could see her wild abandon. The boy moaned quietly, excited beyond belief but still faint from his loss of blood: "Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes!"

Had he retained his full quota of blood, he would have cum so quickly as to leave Helena much disappointed; but now, there was just enough to keep him erect but not enough for him to climax instantly. So it was Helena who came first, screaming her climax to the whole room and beyond. She had taken all that she needed from this boy, now, but he should still have his reward. She kept on riding him, but now she bent down and kissed his throat, stroking it with her fangs as she had done with Angelique. It was all the trigger the boy needed, and Helena welcomed it as she felt his load splatter across her insides.

And so it was time for her to leave. Before she did so, she took a shower and straightened herself up, before retrieving her dress from the floor of the lounge and moving on. She pointed to Angelique: "Don't ever tell anyone what I really am!" she commanded, and the half-dead Angelique nodded dutifully, her lips moving soundlessly to form the words, "Yes, Mistress Helena." Then Angelique slept while Cabud drove Helena back to the castle.