As my cold fingers stroked around the folds of her wet center, her body arched into mine, begging me to take her.  I plunged my fingers inside of her, pulled my lips back baring my long fangs and bit hard into her neck.

“Ahh!” She screamed as she writhed and jerked under me. 

I sucked every last drop of blood out of her as my fingers continued to fuck her.  Then she was dead. She wasn’t worth keeping, her drug addiction made her useless to me.  I only feasted off of drug users occasionally because I could feel the effects of the drug that was in their blood flow through my body.  That effect was not what I wished for all the time. I left the room locking the door behind me.  I’ll dispose of her body later.  As I walked down the hallway I spotted my next victim.  He looked at me and smiled.

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Once the party was over and all the guests were gone, the bodies disposed of, I grabbed Kyla and dragged her by her hair down to the basement of the mansion, where all my toys of pleasure and pain were.

“How dare you,” I screamed at her.  “How dare you interrupt me when you knew I was trying to form a bond with Spencer.  You knew I was in the study and she had walked in while I was there.”  I slapped her then threw her down the twenty some steps that led to the basement floor.

“I’m sorry mistress.  I tried to stop Aiden from entering the study.” 

“I should kill you right now you worthless bitch.” My anger now in full throttle as I roughly kicked her back down onto the floor with my foot.

“Please mistress I’m so sorry.  Please don’t kill me,” she begged.

I laughed, “you mean don’t kill you again.”

“Yes mistress,” she said her eyes downcast.  She was just pacifying me to avoid my wrath because she did not know that I had killed her in her past life.  Although Kyla was dead her transformation was not as complete as mine.  Yes she will live for eternity but I still had the power to hurt or destroy her and anyone else I created. 

Sometimes I feel sorrow for what I did to her, my sister but I was lonely and still trying to control my thirst and her smell was invading my senses… it was overwhelming.  I was a young vampire still learning to control myself around those, whose hearts still beat and pumped blood.