BREEDER: Replication
From Create Your Own Story
This time the transition isn't so smooth, FEEDER resists for a moment but the combined power of the other voices drive him away from the controls of Lily's body.
FEEDER: Oh fuck... I was just starting. You're no fun at all guys.
He allegorically starts to snore in a remote corner of Lily's mind, satisfied nonetheless.
BREEDER releases the girl, bites her wrist and sticks it into the girls mouth. She falls to the ground convulsing. BREEDER is fascinated by the transformation of the teenager. She kneels and lets her hands wander over the cold body: the neck, covered in delicious blood, the chest, slowly rising from the last breath of the teenager, the cunt, feeling with the cold juices of the dark pleasures... She licks her fingers staring at the remaining survivors.
FUCKER: I like the new us, she's playful.
"Rise my child, rise and feast, spread our word and rise us an army, because before the end of the night we will need it."
"Yes mistress... I will"
The survivors try to flee. A few manage to but most of them fall under the fangs of BREEDER and her new thrall.
Before long all is over, the new vampires rise looking with expectation at their new master.
"Go now and do onto other as I did to you. When the moment is right, I will call upon you all and you will rise"
FUCKER: I didn't see that coming. Pretty messianic.
FEEDER: Me neither I must say. Her allegoric form is kind of hot I must say.
CRYER: Bouhouhou, sob, sob, snif.
The night breeze gently caresses Lily naked breasts. The city seems calm from the rooftop BREEDER is standing on but the air is electrified. The revolution is at hand.
MISTRESS: She won't like this, she won't like this at all...
BINDER rises his allegorical hand having MISTRESS flee to a remote place.
A shadow silhouette is observing Breeder from a distance. Massive stature, massive muscle. Lilly knows him.
BREEDER jumps to the ground and runs after him.
"Adam, long time no see"
"Lily where the fuck have you been?"
FUCKER: Let me have his big juicy dick.
TRICKSTER: No, Let me handle this.
What will it be?
