Dorian: Upstairs
From Create Your Own Story
Mr. Hansen stares at you with his dead orbits. He's been crucified, his hands and feet nailed to the wall with kitchen knives in a grotesque parody of the Christ. His cock has been cut and stuck into his mouth.
Even after 300 hundred years of life, this scene manages to schlock you. You brethren have been known for savagery but this is terrifying, when you think of the actual amount of hate needed to perform such a horrid act you actually shiver.
You look around, broken furniture, blood on the walls, blood on the carpet, blood on the ceiling even. The smell of sex is terrible; all those salty scents you came to know and love are now mixed in the air with the foul smell of vamp sperm.
The sound of Rosie's moaning finally hits you again. You rush to her door and freeze again.
Your dearly beloved Mrs. Hansen, Tim the youngest brother and Rosie are staring at you. Legs wide spread, Rosie has been bitten all over her body, and she’s breathing heavily as the last waves of her last orgasm wash away. Mrs. Hansen, proudly baring her newly formed fangs, is licking her daughter's blood from her fingers. Tim pulls his dick out his sister's snatch, his cold semen trailing down between her white ass cheeks.
Mrs. Hansen and Tim are the vampires you've sensed, they are raping Rosie and she seems to like it...
What is happening here...?
"Look who's here, our lord and master"
Mrs. Hansen's voice doesn't carry the slightest hint of respect it should have.
Tim hisses and jumps for your throat. Too young, too slow, too inexperienced. You tackle him and throw him through the window.
"How dare you do this to my son? After all we've done for you? I'm going to kill you!"
You rip Mrs. Hansen's heart from her chest. She looks at you with disbelief before collapsing.
You turn towards Rosie. The blood pouring down the bite marks, her throbbing pussy, her bedroom eyes, the tiny finger she slides where her brother's cock was just instants ago...
What will you do?
You could try to take her to a doctor. Maybe she can still be saved.
Or indulge your primal instincts.
