Chapter 19: The Library's New Order
The basement office smelled of sex and old paper. Alisha was pulling her blouse back over her shoulders, smoothing the fabric down her hips, when the knock came. Three sharp raps against the iron door, muffled but insistent.
The four of them froze. Chloe's crimson eyes went wide, her fangs sheathing as she licked the last of Jessica's taste from her lips. Jessica was still on her knees by the desk, her skirt bunched around her waist, and she turned her head toward the door like a wolf catching a scent downwind.
"Someone's out there," Agnes said, calm as always. She was already buttoning her latex dress, her pale fingers moving with clinical precision. "A student, by the sound of it. No key."
The knock came again, harder this time. A voice followed, thin and shaking. "Jessica? I know you're in there. I saw the light under the door. Open up."
Jessica's whole body went rigid. She scrambled to her feet, yanking her skirt down. "That's Veronica. My roommate."
Alisha's lips curled into a slow smile. "Is it now."
"I locked the door," Jessica said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "She saw me come down here. She's been asking questions for days. I kept telling her I was studying late."
Agnes glided toward the door, her boots silent on the concrete floor. She looked back at Jessica over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "And now she's here. What do you imagine she wants, little one?"
"What have you done to her?" Veronica's voice came through the iron, cracking with panic. "I know something's wrong. I can smell it. Please, just tell me she's okay."
Alisha laughed, a low rich sound. She stepped up behind Chloe and slid her arms around the younger vampire's waist, pressing her new cock against the curve of Chloe's ass through both their skirts. Chloe gasped and leaned back into her.
"She can smell it," Alisha murmured into Chloe's ear. "Interesting. Either your roommate is very perceptive or very lucky."
Agnes reached the door. She didn't ask for permission. She just pulled the latch and swung the iron door open.
Veronica stood in the hallway beyond, a petite brunette in jeans and a thin hoodie, her face pale with worry. She blinked at the light spilling from the office, then her eyes found Jessica and relief flooded her features.
"Oh god, Jess." She stepped forward, then stopped. Her gaze swept the room, taking in Agnes in her black latex, Alisha and Chloe tangled together by the desk. "What the hell is going on down here? You've been acting so weird for a week. You sleep all day, you won't answer your phone."
Jessica opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her hunger had risen the moment she'd heard Veronica's voice, a hot coiling need in her gut that had nothing to do with conversation.
"Your friend came looking for you," Agnes said, closing the door behind Veronica with a soft click. "That's very sweet. You should thank her."
Veronica looked at Agnes, then at Jessica. A flicker of unease crossed her face. "Jess, what is this place? Why does everyone look so... pale?"
Jessica swallowed. Her fangs ached behind her lips. "Veronica, you need to leave."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." Veronica folded her arms, stubborn as always. "You're my roommate. I've been worried sick. You're not going to just wave me off again."
Alisha's hands found the zipper on Chloe's skirt. She pulled it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. "Jessica, dear, your friend seems persistent. Why don't you show her how much you've missed her?"
Chloe moaned softly as Alisha's fingers slid into her underwear. She braced herself against the desk, her thighs parting.
Veronica's eyes went wide. "What the hell are you doing? Jessica, what is this?"
Jessica took a step forward. Her hunger was a roar now, drowning out everything else. She could smell the blood moving under Veronica's skin, the quick hot pulse in her throat.
"I'm sorry," Jessica said. "You shouldn't have come down here."
She lunged.
Veronica's scream cut through the basement air, raw and terrified, as Jessica's fangs punched into the soft skin of her throat. Her body arched, her hands flying up to claw at Jessica's shoulders, but Jessica had her pinned against the iron door, one hand twisted in Veronica's hair, the other clamped around her hip.
"Oh god, no, no, please," Veronica sobbed, her voice already weakening as Jessica swallowed. The first gush of blood hit Jessica's tongue and her whole body shuddered with pleasure. She had forgotten how good it was, this hot and sweet and alive. She moaned against the wound and drank deeper.
"Jessica," Agnes said from somewhere behind her, calm and clear. "You have a choice to make. You can drain her dry, drink until there's nothing left. She'll be dead before she hits the floor. Or you can stop yourself now, and give her what you have. Turn her. Make her one of us."
Jessica's hips bucked against Veronica's. Her hunger screamed at her to keep drinking, to take every last drop of that warm pulsing life. But her hand shook against Veronica's hip, and she remembered three years of shared dorm rooms, of late night study sessions, of Veronica bringing her soup when she was sick.
Veronica whimpered, her struggles fading. Her eyes were rolling back in her head, her skin going gray.
Behind them, Alisha had Chloe bent over the desk. She had her cock buried to the hilt in Chloe's cunt, her hips slamming forward in a steady rhythm. Chloe was moaning into the wood grain, her fingers scrabbling at the surface. Alisha watched Jessica through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted. She reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Chloe's hair, yanking her head back.
"Fuck, yes," Alisha hissed. "Hurry up and decide, little one. She's going to bleed out whether you like it or not."
Jessica pulled her mouth away from Veronica's throat. A thin line of blood ran down her chin. She licked her fangs and stared at her roommate's pale, slack face.
"No," she said. "I won't kill her."
She tore at her own wrist with her fangs, a deep vicious bite that opened the vein. Dark red blood welled up, thick and almost black in the dim light. She pressed her wrist to Veronica's lips.
"Drink," she commanded. "Drink it, Veronica. Swallow."
Veronica's consciousness flickered. Her lips moved weakly against Jessica's skin, and then she sucked, a small automatic motion. Another. Her throat worked. She drank.
"That's it," Agnes said, approval creeping into her voice. "Feed her. Make her see."
Jessica knelt over Veronica, holding her wrist to the girl's mouth, watching the color return to her cheeks. Behind her, Alisha slammed into Chloe and came with a long ragged groan, her cock pulsing deep inside the younger vampire. Chloe cried out, her whole body convulsing against the desk.
Veronica's eyes snapped open. They were dark, almost black, and when she looked up at Jessica, her hand closed around Jessica's wrist with sudden, impossible strength.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered.
Jessica smiled, her fangs gleaming. "I gave you a wonderful gift."
Veronica's lips parted, and the change came over her like a tide. In the space of three breaths her canines lengthened, sliding past her lower lip, delicate and sharp and white. Her eyes flooded crimson, bright as embers in the dim office light. She blinked once, twice, then reached up and touched her own mouth with trembling fingers.
"Jessica," she breathed. Her voice was different now, deeper, richer. "I can... I can hear everything."
Agnes stepped close, her latex boots clicking on the concrete. She tilted Veronica's chin up with one pale finger, examining the new fangs with clinical approval. "You've done well, little one. She's worthy. She drank, she survived, she woke hungry. There's no greater proof of worth than that."
Veronica's stomach gave a low, hollow growl. "I'm so hungry."
"Of course you are," Agnes said. "That hunger is your birthright now. You'll learn to feed it."
Alisha pulled her cock out of Chloe with a wet sound. She left Chloe bent over the desk, gasping and dripping, and crossed the room with long purposeful strides. Her blouse hung open, her breasts still red from where Chloe had gripped them. She looked down at Veronica with dark satisfaction.
"Newborn hunger," she murmured. "I remember mine. It's a wonderful ache."
She bent down, hooked her hands under Veronica's arms, and hauled the girl to her feet. Veronica wobbled, still weak, still learning the shape of her own body. Alisha steadied her with a hand on her hip, then peeled the girl's jeans down her thighs in one smooth motion. Veronica's underwear went with them, pooling at her ankles. Alisha kicked them aside.
"No, what are you..." Veronica's protest died in her throat as Alisha lifted her, strong arms hooking under her knees. Veronica's hoodie rode up, baring her belly, and she gasped as Alisha turned her like she weighed nothing.
"Your first lesson," Alisha said, low against Veronica's ear. "You're a vampire now. You don't get to be shy anymore."
Alisha's cock was still slick with Chloe, hard and dark at the tip. She guided Veronica down slowly, letting the girl feel the head of it press against her wet cunt. Veronica's breath hitched. Her hands flew to Alisha's shoulders, her new claws digging in through the fabric of the blouse.
"Oh god," she whispered.
"Not god," Alisha said, and thrust up into her.
Veronica's head snapped back. A long, ragged moan tore out of her, and her fangs dropped fully, gleaming in the neon light. She was tight, impossibly tight, and Alisha groaned as she sank in to the hilt, her hips flush against Veronica's smooth thighs. For a moment neither of them moved. Then Alisha began to fuck her in earnest, lifting and dropping Veronica on her cock in slow, deliberate pumps.
"Fuck," Veronica gasped. She closed her eyes, her whole body gripping Alisha, her new hunger and her first fuck tangled together in one unbearable knot. "Fuck, that's... that's so much."
"That's the gift," Alisha said. Her hands slid under Veronica's hoodie, pressing against the girl's ribs. "Everything feels more when you're undead. Every touch, every taste, every single drop of blood. You'll spend the rest of forever chasing this feeling."
Jessica watched from the floor, her wrist still bleeding, her eyes fixed on the two women tangled together. Chloe pushed herself up from the desk and came to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around Jessica's waist.
"She's beautiful," Chloe whispered.
"She's my roommate," Jessica said. But she was smiling, her fangs visible, her pupils blown wide.
Alisha picked up the rhythm, bouncing Veronica on her cock with increasing force. Veronica's moans turned to broken cries, her hips jerking against Alisha's as her body learned the rhythm. Her new fangs grazed her own lower lip, and the taste of her own blood hit her tongue, and she shuddered so hard Alisha had to grip her tight to keep her from falling.
"I'm going to cum," Veronica said, the words coming out thick and dreamy. "I'm going to cum and I don't even know what that means anymore."
"It means you're alive," Alisha growled, driving up into her harder, faster, her own release building. "It means you're ours. Cum for me, little one. Cum on my cock and show me you want it."
Veronica's body convulsed. A sharp, shuddering cry tore from her throat as she came, her inner walls clamping down on Alisha's shaft, her claws raking down Alisha's shoulders hard enough to draw blood. That scent hit the air, warm and metallic, and every vampire in the room inhaled at once.
Alisha came with her, a deep groan torn from her gut as she spilled inside the new vampire, her hips bucking through the last of it. For a long moment the room was silent except for their breathing, the wet sound of their bodies still joined, the drip of Jessica's wrist onto the floor.
Then Agnes stepped forward and ran her fingers through Veronica's hair.
"Welcome to the family," she said. "You've earned it."
Agnes's fingers stilled in Veronica's hair as the new vampire stirred. Alisha's cock was still slick inside her, still hard, and she felt the girl's body tighten around her again with raw newborn hunger.
"Oh," Veronica breathed. "I want more."
Her fangs lengthened as she said it, sliding down slowly past her lower lip, growing sharp and white and hungry. Alisha watched them drop and felt her own cock throb inside the girl's wet heat.
"Good girl," Alisha said. "Take what you want."
She pulled her hips back until just the head remained, then drove forward again, burying herself to the hilt in one savage thrust. Veronica cried out, her new claws raking down Alisha's back, and she bucked against her with strength she hadn't had an hour ago.
Alisha fucked her without mercy. Her hands locked under Veronica's hoodie, hauling her down onto her cock with each pounding stroke. Veronica's body had changed in the turning. She was tighter, hotter, more responsive, every nerve in her body screaming with new pleasure. Her fangs grazed her own lip and drew blood, and she moaned at the metallic sweetness of it.
"That's it," Alisha growled. "Ride it, you beautiful dead thing."
Veronica's hips rolled against her, meeting every thrust with messy, hungry urgency. Her jeans were still tangled at her ankles, her hoodie bunched around her ribs, and her breasts bounced free and pale with each impact. Jessica watched from the floor with her wrist pressed to her chest, her crimson eyes shining with pride and hunger.
Alisha felt her release building, a screaming pressure in her gut. She wanted to cum inside this new creature, to fill her with her seed, to mark her as their sister in the most primal way. But something else caught her. She wanted to see it on her.
She pulled out at the last second.
It tore out of her with a raw shout. Hot cum sprayed in thick white ropes across Veronica's belly, over her breasts, streaking up her throat and across her cheek. She kept pumping her fist at the base of her cock, milking the last of it, covering the new vampire in ropes of sticky seed.
Veronica gasped as the first burst hit her skin. Her eyes went wide and dark, her fangs fully extended, and she opened her mouth to catch the last of it on her tongue. It slid down her chin and dripped down her neck.
Alisha stood over her, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening. Veronica was painted white, cum running in rivulets down her heaving belly, pooling in the hollow of her throat.
"Now you're ours," Alisha said. "Completely."
Veronica touched the mess on her stomach with trembling fingers. She brought them to her lips and tasted, and a low moan rolled out of her.
"I'm so hungry," she whispered. "And I want more."
Alisha's words hung in the basement air like a scripture. She looked at the three of them, painted and gleaming. "We go to the nurses wing now. To the east station. There's a girl named Haley Chambers, bright as a new pin and asking all the right questions. She completes our coven. And Veronica, you get your first taste."
Veronica's fangs slid down at the thought. Her lips parted and her tongue touched one sharp edge. "Show me."
Alisha pulled her cock out of the wet heat of the girl with a slick sound, leaving her empty and trembling. She zipped her skirt and buttoned her blouse with the unhurried grace of a predator who had all night. Agnes pulled her latex dress straight, smoothed her gloves. Chloe and Jessica dressed in silence, hunger riding their jaws.
They left the office as one. The iron door swung shut behind them, and the group crossed the deserted library in a loose column, footsteps silent on the linoleum. Alisha led. The campus lay dark beyond the glass doors, the lamps casting long pools of sickly yellow across the quad. The east wing rose against the night, a squat brick building with one lit window on the second floor.
"Nurse's station is up that stairwell," Agnes said. "She works late. Compiles patient charts. No one else on shift."
The air inside the stairwell was warm and faintly medicinal. They climbed without a sound, and at the top Alisha pushed through the fire door into a corridor lined with closed doors. The last one stood ajar, spilling a trapezoid of fluorescent light across the tile.
Alisha looked back at the group and then at Veronica. She reached out and cupped the girl's face in one hand, thumb stroking her moon-pale cheek. "You smell her, don't you?"
Veronica nodded. Her nostrils flared and her pupils blew wide. "She's... she's close. I can hear her heartbeat."
"Good," Alisha said. "Then you know what to do."
They moved to the door. Alisha pushed it open.
Haley Chambers sat at a desk with her back to them, tapping at a keyboard. She was young, mid-twenties, with a neat ponytail of dark hair and a white scrub top. The screen glow pooled on her shoulders. She spun in her chair at the click of the latch, and her face went from mild surprise to puzzled wariness as she took in the four pale women filing into her station.
"Can I help you?" she asked. The pitch had risen, just a shade. "Visiting hours ended at eight. And this is a restricted area."
"Haley Chambers," Alisha said, tasting the name. "You work in processing. You always ask the right questions. You noticed the janitor went missing."
Haley's eyes flicked to the door, calculating. "I filed a report, yes. What is this about?"
"You asked too many questions, Haley." Alisha stepped closer and the girl rose from her chair, backing toward the far wall. "So I'm going to answer a few of them for you."
Alisha turned to Veronica and tilted her head toward the girl. "Your first taste. Take her. Feed slow, let your body learn the rhythm of it. Don't kill her too fast. We want her mind intact for the turning."
Veronica moved. It happened in a blur of moonlight and hunger. She crossed the distance in one bound, her hand clamping over Haley's mouth, her other arm locking around the girl's waist and hoisting her off the floor. Haley struggled, a muffled scream catching in her throat as Veronica's fangs sank into the side of her neck.
The first gulp hit Veronica's tongue and she moaned. Her hands flexed on Haley's body, claws dimpling the scrub top. The taste was brighter than she'd ever imagined, copper and honey and something electric that crackled down her spine. She drank deeper, her hips pressing into Haley's backside, her body learning a rhythm older than her own heartbeat.
"Good," Alisha breathed. "Slow. Savor it."
Veronica pulled her mouth away, lips slick and red. She turned Haley around and the girl sagged in her grasp, glassy-eyed, consciousness flickering. Veronica pressed her hips against Haley's and ground herself there, one hand tangling in the dark ponytail. "Is this what it's like?" she asked, voice gone thick and low. "Every time? This hot?"
"Yes," said Agnes from the doorway. "And it only gets richer."
Behind them, Alisha had pressed Chloe to the desk, her cock sinking into the younger vampire's cunt with a wet groan. Chloe gasped against the laminate, her fangs grazing the surface, her hips pushing back for more. The desk scraped the floor with each thrust.
Veronica tore open Haley's scrub top with one claw. The buttons scattered across the linoleum. She bent down and took the girl's nipple between her lips, sucking as her hand slid between Haley's thighs and found the wet heat there. Haley whimpered, barely conscious, helpless in the grip of her hunger.
"You want her to live," Alisha called over her shoulder, her rhythm building. "You want her to join us, you have to stop before she bleeds out. Feel for the edge, girl."
Veronica's mouth rose from Haley's breast. She looked at the wound in the girl's neck, the dark blood welling, and forced herself to pull back. Her body screamed at her to finish, to drink it all, but she made herself kneel and tear open her own wrist with her fangs.
"Drink," she said, pressing her wrist to Haley's lips. "Drink it or die."
Haley's tongue moved against the wound. Weak, automatic. Then she sucked, and her eyes snapped open, wide and dark, and her hands flew to Veronica's arm to pull it closer.
Alisha came with a roar over Chloe's back, her hips slamming deep and held there. She looked up at the two girls on the floor, at Haley drinking the vampire blood, and smiled with all her fangs.
"Welcome to the coven, Chambers," she said. "You're going to be perfect."
Haley's eyes snapped open, and they were crimson. Bright as embers, burning in the fluorescent light. She blinked once, slow, and the confusion in her face sloughed away like dead skin. Her tongue swept across her new fangs, testing the sharpness of them, and a low moan rolled up from her chest.
"Jesus," she breathed. "What did you just do to me?"
Veronica pulled her wrist away, licking the wound closed. "I saved your life."
Haley's hands went to her own throat, to the torn skin that was already knitting, and she stared at the blood on her fingers as if seeing it for the first time. Then she looked up at Alisha, and her crimson eyes went wide with something that was not fear.
"Your eyes," she said. "They're like mine."
Alisha crossed the room in three strides. She grabbed Haley under the arms and hauled her up off the floor, spinning her around and slamming her against the wall. The impact knocked a framed health code certificate off its hook. Haley gasped, her hands flying up to grip Alisha's shoulders.
"You asked too many questions," Alisha said. "Now you have all the answers. Every last one."
She kicked Haley's legs apart, hooked her hands under the girl's thighs, and lifted. Haley scrambled to wrap her legs around Alisha's waist, her scrubs bunched around her hips, and Alisha ripped her underwear aside with one claw.
"First night," Alisha growled. "First lesson."
She drove her cock into Haley's cunt in one savage thrust.
Haley screamed. Her head cracked back against the wall, her fingers dug into Alisha's shoulders hard enough to draw blood, and her fangs dropped fully as her body locked around the sudden invasion. She was wet, soaked from the feeding and the terror and the change, and Alisha sank in to the hilt with a wet, obscene sound.
"Fuck," Haley choked. "Oh god, that's. That's so deep."
"Not god," Alisha said, and pulled out until just the head remained, then slammed back in.
The rhythm built fast. Alisha drove her cock into the new vampire with brutal, deliberate strokes, her hips smacking against Haley's thighs, her hands gripping the girl's ass to angle her deeper. Haley's moans turned to broken cries. Her claws raked down Alisha's back, her hips bucking to meet every thrust, her newborn body learning the rhythm faster than she could think.
"That's it," Alisha hissed. "Take it. Take all of it."
Behind them, Chloe pressed herself against Jessica's side, watching with shining eyes. Veronica knelt on the floor, her head tilted, listening to the wet slap of their bodies. Agnes stood in the doorway, arms folded, a thin smile on her grey lips.
Alisha changed the angle, driving up into her harder, and Haley's scream pitched high. Her whole body convulsed, her cunt clenching around Alisha's shaft, and she came with a raw, ragged shout that echoed down the corridor.
"Cum inside me," Haley got out, her voice cracking. "Please. Fill me up. Make me yours."
Alisha's release tore out of her with a roar. She drove in one last time, buried to the hilt, and came in thick, pounding ropes, filling Haley's cunt with her seed until it ran down her thighs. She kept thrusting through it, milking every drop, until her hips finally stilled and she sagged against the new vampire, their foreheads pressed together.
For a long moment neither of them moved.
Alisha pulled out with a wet sound. Cum dripped from Haley's gaping cunt onto the linoleum. She grabbed Haley's wrist and hauled her upright, steadying her as she wobbled on new legs.
"Welcome to the coven, Chambers," Alisha said. "You're going to be perfect."
Haley touched her own fangs, her crimson eyes bright with wonder. "How do you know?"
Agnes stepped forward and ran a finger along Haley's jaw. "Because we can feel it, little one. You woke hungry. You drank deep. You came undone on a maker's cock with your whole heart in your throat. That's the mark of a sister."
Chloe approached and wrapped an arm around Haley's waist, pulling her close. "And we're going to have so much fun."
Veronica rose from the floor, still tasting blood on her lips. "What happens now?" she asked.
Alisha looked at them all, her four creatures, painted and gleaming in the fluorescent light. "Now," she said, "we teach you to hunt."