Chapter VII: The Fallen Ones

The Pierocent sisters spent a few more weeks at Sidexes before they returned home. The first of many terrible acts they committed while there was the betrayal and consumption of Porles. The man, while loyal, had outlived his usefulness now that Bela was available to act as an intermediary between the vampires and the still living. Mirela, Bianca, Loredana, Vivianna, and the two remaining brides of Turenau surrounded the man inside their crypt just a few days after Mirela’s turning and tore him apart. Once they were finished consuming him, all that remained of the man were the bleached bones of his skeleton. Vivianna insisted on being the one to literally eat his prick, which she seemed to consider a fine delicacy. Mirela and Loredana were content to share Porles’ heart between them, allowing his still beating heart to pump blood out of its ventricles onto their faces despite the organ being separated from Porles’ body. Bianca didn’t need the man’s blood or flesh to sustain herself, but as she was a human host containing a demon’s soul she reveled in death and violence. The vampiresses didn’t even bother copulating with the man before destroying him. Such was the way over ten years of loyal service was rewarded.

Bela constantly badgered Şarpe to turn her as he and his brethren had done to her sisters. Şarpe told Bela it would happen when the time was right, and the simple, gullible girl actually believed him. Şarpe planned to keep Bela as a fresh source of virgin blood available to him at any time. Plus, the girl was far more useful still living than as another vampire competing for food. They needed an agent who could make contacts with the living and walk among them in the daylight unfettered. That was the key to expanding their power.

Bela begged incessantly for Şarpe to steal her virginity away, but the Viscount refused to perform the deed. He allowed Bela to suck on his cock from time to time, but Şarpe was always careful not to ejaculate in her mouth. Swallowing too much of his vampiric seed would corrupt her living body completely and leave her insane like Porles, rendering her potential aid useless.

Bela was constantly used and demeaned by the others. She acted as maid and servant for the entire castle and was forced to wear skimpy dresses far too tight for the bulk of her body as amusement for the male and female vampires. Though she was deathly afraid of spiders, Mirela forced Bela to clean every cobweb from the castle and endure the countless bites of rats and arachnids as she dusted and swept the halls. Mirela couldn’t stand how dirty this castle had become and she took some sadistic pleasure in forcing Bela to perform such distasteful work.

While the males beside Şarpe wouldn’t touch her, Bela’s sisters and the vampire brides used Bela’s mouth for their pleasure whenever they desired. It seemed there was always one of the ladies forcing Bela to her knees or making her lay down so they could sit on her face. By sunrise each morning Bela’s tongue felt raw and sore from overuse. Leaking cunny juice constantly adorned her face. Bela hardly slept at night she was used so often for food and sexual pleasure.

Şarpe made several excuses to placate Bela, but the reason he truly refused to convert her was because the thought of spending an immortal eternity with her seemed an incredible bore. The girl was too plump and plain for Şarpe’s taste, and she nagged at him as if they had been wedded for decades. They had an arrangement where she could suck his cock and he could suck her neck whenever they desired, but Şarpe refused to take it further. He planned to make Bela his unwitting slave by taking advantage of her desire to someday stalk the night as one of the undead. The naive girl who had betrayed her whole family so she could be with Şarpe would spend the rest of her life hoping and waiting for something that Şarpe ensured would never happen.

Bianca’s demonic transformation progressed rapidly over the next few weeks. The growth of her tail lengthened until it became like another appendage to her body with a razor sharp spine sprouting from the tip. The black horns forming next to Bianca’s ears grew into curved points. Bianca’s teeth sharpened and her eyes remained as dark pools of black. Her blonde hair remained intact, though the blonde strands became sharp and wiry and totally unlike the product of a human scalp. A black, spiny carapace began growing over the scars covering Bianca’s body, soon spreading to armor her arms, legs, the sides of her face, and around her chest and abdomen. The only parts of Bianca still recognizable to anyone who knew her prior to her transformation were the proportions of her body, the features of her face, and her voice which was the exact same as before though it was utilized by the demon possessing her instead.

Mirela and Bianca’s relationship strengthened, though now it possessed a dark twist. The vampire and the demon copulated together at least once per night if not more. Mirela enjoyed having another victim to feed upon aside from Bela, though Bianca’s demonic blood ran hot in her mouth and didn’t taste quite as sweet as Bela’s. What Mirela loved the most was lifting up on Bianca’s tail as she sat on all fours in front of her. Mirela used her hold on the end of Bianca’s tail to keep her younger sister in place as she inserted her fingers inside the holes of Bianca’s arse and cunny. Despite the armored shell covering the majority of Bianca’s form the insides of her body remained soft and pliant as Mirela played with them.

Locked deep within her own mind, the real Bianca raged and wept over what had been done to her body. She had to watch in frustration as this thing that had stolen her body slept with Bianca’s beloved Mirela every single night. Though Mirela had also changed and seemed darker than before, it didn’t matter to Bianca who still felt intense love and passion for her older sister. Bianca could see everything they did together through her own eyes but couldn’t feel her sister’s touch or experience the pleasure they gave each other. It was like a child being gifted the greatest present in the world but never getting to play with it.

Even worse was having to watch the terrible things she perpetrated. Eviscerating Porles was only the beginning. Bianca also helped kidnap strangers who made the mistake of wandering too close to the mountains near Sidexes. Before the Turenau family fed upon these interlopers, Bianca sometimes opened them up with her talons so Vivianna could perform divinations using their entrails. Bianca wasn’t sure she believed the Countess that these organs contained magical properties, but she did come to know the taste of human innards quite intimately as Vivianna allowed her pet to consume the remaining scraps once she was finished with their organs. How many times would Bianca have to watch helplessly as she participated in the rape, torture, disembowelment, and murder of innocents?

Loredana appeared to change the least of the Pierocent sisters. Her now permanent paleness caused her freckles and red hair to show more prominently and the dark circles that always surrounded her eyes gave her a dark, desperate look. Loredana lost some weight since her turning, slimming the curves of her body and actually making her less attractive overall. She still possessed a dark, entrancing beauty however, though she had not blossomed the way Mirela had.

Since her transformation, a great change had come over Mirela. Her hair color had darkened and Mirela wore it long rather than tied up in a bun as she normally did. The pale alteration of her face’s pallor made Mirela’s red lips and luminous green-brown eyes more prominent. Rather than the prim and proper clothes Mirela wore that hid her body, Mirela now wore skintight dresses that clung to her hips and accentuated the curves that she did possess. Loredana and Vivianna assisted Mirela in shaving her cunny bare and now her pubis was as smooth and hairless as the rest of her body.

Mirela never doubted she was pretty and intelligent, though she felt much more the latter than the former. But Mirela often was forced to make herself seem less intelligent to keep from alienating and intimidating those around her. Mirela also covered her body in modest clothing as a show of faith by demonstrating her chastity. But now Mirela flaunted her face, her breasts, her thighs, and her buttocks by wearing skintight dresses and she vowed to never again hide her keen mind in order to placate males made uncomfortable by her intelligence.

Anyone who had known the modest, faithful Mirela prior to her turning would be alternately horrified and astonished to see the terrible beauty that her vampirism had granted her. The formerly virginal young woman with the handsome face and pious nature was now irresistibly beautiful and in possession of an insatiable appetite for blood and sex. Mirela carried herself with the confidence of a woman who wielded great strength and knowledge to go along with her newfound sexual power. Mirela held the beauty and regal bearing of a dark queen.

Mirela became Vivianna’s apprentice in the dark arts and they engaged in perverse rituals designed to increase their arcane power. The master and her student used Bianca’s demon form as a medium to contact the demonic plane, a feature to Bianca’s possession that Vivianna used to great benefit. Mirela and Vivianna granted favors to the demons they summoned in exchange for access to tap into the energies of the infernal realm and harness them. The favors the demons requested were shockingly petty considering how powerful they were compared to the average human. As payment they normally accepted either the ritual sacrifice of one of the kidnapping victims the vampires had abducted or else the use of Mirela and Vivianna’s bodies.

The first time the gigantic, barbed cock of a demon split open Mirela’s anus while it slid in and out of Mirela’s arsehole at the same time another demon ejaculated its fiery seed into her mouth, Mirela couldn’t help wondering what her old, devout self would think to see her treated like a common whore by the devil’s servants. Every time a demon pulled its cock out of her cunny or asshole after razing her insides with its burning seed, Mirela couldn’t help thinking that a piece of her remaining soul withdrew along with the demon’s prick. After copulation with the denizens of Hell occurred enough times that notion finally disappeared, leaving Mirela to wonder if her soul was truly missing forever now.

Vivianna began teaching Mirela simple enchantments which the apprentice picked up with startling ease. Over the course of a few weeks, Mirela mastered spells that had taken Vivianna years to control when she was a teenager. With her intelligence, inquisitiveness, and tenacity, Mirela turned out to be a natural spellcaster. If she hadn’t been so piously religious and vehemently against such dark practices, Mirela likely would have discovered her talent for witchcraft years ago. As Vivianna considered Mirela’s development, she began to see Mirela less as a student than as a potential rival. She would have to watch this one closely as Mirela grew in strength.

Overhunting soon became a concern in the remote countryside surrounding Sidexes. While the vampires captured the occasionally unfortunate wanderer trespassing in their realm, most humans avoided the area around the castle due to the legends surrounding the place. But those meager offerings were not enough to sustain eight vampires for long. Whenever a vampire had gone too long without a feeding they had to use either Bela, who would do whatever she was told, or else Bianca, who still had partially human blood flowing through her veins and freely offered herself for nourishment. But since the two were still instrumental to the Viscount and Countess’ plans, the vampires had to take care not to overfeed. It was torture for the vampires to hold back from holding Bela or Bianca down and feeding to their heart’s content. Small animals were captured to supplement the vampire’s diet for the time being, but the blood of a beast tasted like swill compared to the succulent flavor of human blood.

The decision was made for the Pierocent sisters to return to their home and make their manor an extension of Castle Sidexes. Şarpe and Vivianna would follow behind them once they had become settled to ensure this region of Transylvania was not overhunted. Fane and Demitru Turenau had spent nearly their entire existence at Sidexes and had no intention to ever leave. Count Turenau’s remaining brides remained with their brother-in-laws and lived as their partners. Ever since their families had been tricked into arranging their daughter’s marriages to a vampire and the girls had arrived at castle at the ripe young age of eighteen, the only life these wives had ever known was Sidexes. They were actually quite fearful to ever leave the grounds of the castle and venture into the outside world.

Nearly a month after they first arrived, the same carriage driver that brought the Pierocent girls to the castle came rumbling up the mountain led by a different team of horses. The driver and Şarpe clearly had made similar dealings in the past, as they nodded to each other in greeting like they were old friends. The ones staying at Sidexes bid farewell to the sisters on the first full moon after the sisters arrival.

They celebrated before their departure using a couple that had been captured crossing over the mountain range a few nights before. The husband and wife were from a distant province and spoke in a language unknown. They must have been fleeing from whatever war or persecution had torn their home apart. The married couple believed they would find hope and a new life in an unknown land but they were sorely mistaken. The host of vampires at Sidexes forced the couple to watch each other as each member of the household took a turn fucking and then feeding upon them.

The husband had long dark hair and was rather pretty despite his musculature. Almost like a girl. After the vampiresses each had their turn with him, Şarpe elected to fuck him as well. Copulating with a man was a rarity for the Viscount but if they were handsome enough he enjoyed the sense of power he gained by treating another man as he would a woman. Şarpe first clothed the husband in one of Mirela’s old dresses and bent him over so he could look at his wife while Şarpe penetrated him. Judging by the way the man squirmed and wriggled as Şarpe fucked him in the arse he hadn’t experienced sex with a man before. Later Şarpe, the Turenau brothers, and all the other women each made love to the wife while her husband watched helplessly. Once they had played with their food for long enough, the Turenau and Pierocent families bled the couple dry until they had each consumed a roughly equal amount. If it was any consolation, the husband and wife at least were able to die in each other’s arms.

The carriage left in the dead of night and traveled only in the cover of darkness. The coffins that belonged to Loredana and Mirela were transported in the large trunk of the carriage. Bianca did not fear the daylight as her sisters did, but due to her grotesque appearance she avoided any exposure that would draw too many eyes to their journey. When it was not the nighttime and the vampiresses were required to slumber, Bela spent most of her time and energy convincing the carriage driver to sleep with her. Caine recalled Bela from their initial ascent up the mountain, but all he remembered of her was some drooling and occasionally pissing herself. The ugly old man would have loved a toss in the grass with the plain, chubby, but very willing young girl. But Şarpe had given Caine explicit orders not to touch her or to allow anyone else to either. Caine knew better than to cross Şarpe lest he be destroyed.

When they couldn’t find any stray victims along their journey, Mirela and Loredana resorted to feeding upon Bianca and Bela to sate their fearsome hunger. Bela started to dislike how often they used her. It seemed as if Loredana and Mirela had ceased seeing her as a sister but rather as a source of food and a piece of meat with three holes they could use for their sexual gratification. When Bela complained about it, Mirela laughed at her and challenged her to find more fresh victims for them if she didn’t want to endure being fed upon so frequently.

While Loredana and Mirela used Bela whenever they felt like, Bela at least took solace in knowing she had some measure of control over Bianca. The blonde seemed to delight in pleasing her sisters sexually knowing it was considered such a sinful act by these humans. Bela couldn’t help feeling disturbed by Bianca’s appearance which looked entirely demonic in nature with little of the old Bianca still remaining. But she couldn’t find reason to complain once Bianca had her forked, serpentine tongue flicking the inside and outside of Bela’s cunny.

When their short journey had ended, the sisters found Pierocent manor changed. The family seal hanging over the mantle had long since been stolen. After only a month, the mansion had been looted and without the daily maintenance the manor used to receive the wood of the floors and walls were were already rotting. The formerly beautiful garden had been overrun with spiny bushes that were all thorns and brambles. Vandals had defaced the Roman statue of Aphrodite adorning the garden center. The peaceful forest that surrounded the northern and eastern wings of the manor had grown dark and twisted with trees encroaching on the grounds of the manor. Eventually, the pleasant meadow lying on the other side of the manor would be overtaken by the spreading forest. The branches of the black trees slashed at the sky like outstretched claws and blocked out any of the sunlight that might fall upon the manor. It was as if the darkness of Sidexes had preceded their return rather than following them. Once they had settled and both Mirela and Loredana’s coffins were firmly in place, Bela went to work finding the first victims needed to satisfy her sisters’ powerful hunger. Bela would be so relieved once her sisters had someone to feed upon rather than herself.

Bela gathered a group of some of the village lads in town and tried to convince them to follow her to the manor where she promised she would please them all one, two, or three at a time. To her frustration, even the promise of allowing them to use her body in whatever sick way they desired wasn’t enough to entice them. Their minds were changed when Bela informed them that Loredana would be available for their use as well. All of the village boys of a certain age had taken the gorgeous redhead for a ride before, it was practically a rite of passage. Any of the other sexual encounters the lads had experienced paled in comparison to their liaisons with Loredana, the beautiful redhead who possessed a notoriously ferocious sexual nature. Five strapping young men followed Bela to the manor, greedy with lust for Loredana and to a far lesser extent for Bela.

Bela had seen and participated in some very disturbing acts in her short lifetime. She arranged for her parents to be murdered. She had betrayed her own blood and allowed them to be captured and turned into monsters. She had tasted human blood and consumed human flesh and begged vampiric ghouls to transform her into a dark creature like them. None of those experiences, neither the feedings nor the sacrifices she’d participated in could have prepared her for the blood orgy she witnessed at the manor that evening.

Bianca, Loredana, and Mirela first used the men to satisfy their sexual hunger (of course Bela wasn’t allowed to participate). While Loredana and Mirela retained their beauty (especially Mirela, who seemed to grow more beautiful by the day), Bianca had a difficult time convincing any of the lads to have sex with her considering her frightful appearance. But once she bit three fingers off one of the boy’s hands, they were much more compliant and willing to let Bianca ride atop them. The lads seemed to derive very little pleasure from Bianca holding down their soft, weak human bodies as she ground her shell-like skin against them though Bianca enjoyed the experience immensely.

Once the sisters had stolen all the pleasure they desired, the bloodbath ensued. The long days of travel and lack of regular feedings created in them a bloodlust that the vampiresses couldn’t control. Bela lost count of how many times she vomited while her sisters tore the men apart and satisfied their hunger. When it was over, blood soaked the entirety of her sister’s bodies and had splattered enough to cover Bela’s clothing as well. Limbs and organs were strewn throughout the room. The vampiresses and the demon cleaned blood from the furniture and floors using their tongues and then slurped the excess fluid from each other’s bodies. The sisters made love to each other still covered in the gore and viscera of their victims and forced Bela to please them as well despite her utter revulsion. Bela ended the night bathed in a combination of blood, her sister’s bodily fluids, and her own vomit. She wondered not for the last time whether her mind had broken and she was now totally insane.

The next day, Bela had no choice but to clean the manor from top to bottom. The limbs and organs that were all that remained of the village lads were collected and buried in a hole Bela dug behind the manor. It seemed that Bela was having to do a lot of cleaning up after her sisters lately. While Loredana and Mirela no longer produced waste, Bianca pissed and shat wherever she felt like. She was no better than an animal, and worse she laughed at and mocked Bela as she cleaned up the messes Bianca made. Bela sometimes worried whether she was truly as expendable as Porles ended up being. She didn’t care for the way Bianca looked at her sometimes, as if she were livestock that hadn’t yet aged enough to make into a proper meal.

Though Bela tried to provide fresh meals to Loredana and Mirela as often as she could manage, they still fed upon her with disturbing regularity. She was sick of feeling tired and ill all the time from being drained so often. Bela kept awake at nights listening to the others stalking around the manor in the dark and she hoped with tearful eyes that maybe tonight they wouldn’t knock on her door. But they always did.

Bela worried that her sisters might still blame her for what had befallen them and would someday take revenge upon her. Bela knew where they slept if she ever needed to take matters into her own hands, lending her an upper hand if she ever chose to wield it. Unfortunately, Bela doubted that Bianca would allow Bela near her sister’s coffins during daylight.

Bela was left to count the days until Şarpe and Vivianna arrived. She remained convinced that the Viscount would soon take her virginity and convert her to the dark to be at his side for the rest of eternity.

By the time the Viscount and Countess found their way to Pierocent Manor a few months later, the black forest had overtaken the entirety of the Pierocent grounds and left the mansion in perpetual darkness even during the brightest hours of day. The villagers residing within a short distance to the manor lived in constant fear of the night and soon those that remained alive moved far away from the old mansion. Soon, there were none but Bela living within twenty miles of the manor, and those who were foolish enough to venture into the dark woods were never seen again.

Years drifted by and Bela found herself growing older and fatter. Though Bela had wrinkles and liver spots marring her face along with the gray strands overtaking the brown in her hair, her sisters hadn’t aged a day. Loredana was as beautiful as ever and Mirela even more attractive than before her transformation. Though Bianca’s form had been completely disfigured her features hadn’t changed even in a few decade’s time. Even after the marked passage of time, Bela still held out hope that the Viscount would turn her though her youth had long since faded.

After biding her time long enough, Vivianna finally attacked Mirela in a bid to destroy her before the upstart become powerful enough to do the same to her. But the Countess had vastly underestimated how strong Mirela’s spellwork had become. Mirela had intentionally masked the extent of her power as a contingency just in case of this circumstance. The master and pupil engaged in a battle of wills using invisible hexes and enchantments that Mirela eventually prevailed in. Their battle nearly destroyed the manor and Bela rushed about with pails of water trying to extinguish the blazes started by Mirela and Vivianna’s duel.

Once she had defeated Vivianna and broken her power, Mirela destroyed the Countess utterly using a disintegration spell. She regretted having to do so, the Countess was a fantastic lover and she still possessed knowledge Mirela could have drawn from. But Vivianna’s aggressive attack had left her no choice, so Mirela was left as the greatest power remaining in the realm. Mirela planned to eventually return to Sidexes someday and bring the other Turenau brothers and their brides to heel so that she could truly assume the mantle of vampire queen.

One consequence of Vivianna’s destruction that Mirela had not anticipated was that upon her death control over the demon possessing Bianca’s body would be relinquished. The demon had waited patiently for this opportunity for years and struck immediately while Mirela was still weakened from her battle. The demon nearly killed Mirela before she used an incineration spell to cause a nearby torch to flare and light the demon ablaze. Having been removed from Hell for so long, the demon was now susceptible to fire and fled from the manor with its body still ablaze. Mirela struggled to her feet after the attack, her body covered with slash marks from Bianca’s claws. She would have expired that very night if Bela had not been available to feed upon and replenish Mirela’s vitality.

Mirela did not mourn Bianca’s departure. As far she was concerned, her sister had died years before inside the sanctum at Sidexes. That thing using her body had tried to pretend it was Bianca, and for a while Mirela had even believed it when they made love to each other. But it was all a facade. The demon fled to spread its evil and corruption throughout the world and Mirela wasn’t certain if it would ever return to take its revenge. She thought not, considering she was one of the only few powerful enough to banish or destroy the beast. Mirela did miss hearing Bianca’s voice, which was one of the few remaining features the demon possessed that still belonged to Bianca. She didn’t pray any more, but Mirela hoped that now Bianca’s soul would at last be at peace.

The townsfolk of the surrounding villages kept far away from the old manor and the woods surrounding it. It was a cursed place with grounds that no humans dared to tread. But sometimes the townsfolk would spot an elderly woman with a bent back walking out of the forest to their town to purchase food and supplies. It was rumored that the old woman was one of the daughters of the former Lord and Lady Pierocent and that she still lived in the ruins of the old manorhouse.

Every couple months, one of the village children would disappear never to be seen again. Naturally, the villagers blamed the strange old woman. Whenever she came to the village she would always visit with the children, handing out pocketfuls of leus and sweet candies while tousling the hair of the little tykes and answering to the children’s affectionate nickname Gramma Bel. It always seemed to be one of the children she favored most who would be the next to disappear. After enough of their sons and daughters went missing the villagers resolved to do something about it.

Bela was captured and tortured, though she merely laughed at their red hot pokers and thumbscrews when they used them upon her. She was tried in court and sentenced to execution numerous times. But when they tried to hang her, the rope snapped as soon as her body dropped from the scaffolding. When they burned her at the stake, a strong gust of wind snuffed out the flames dancing about Bela’s feet and a sudden onset of rain quenched the rest of the fires the villagers might utilize. Before extinguishing, the flames at least managed to weaken the ropes binding Bela’s body so she could wriggle her way free.

The villagers tried bundling Bela up in a net and tossing her into the river but a weak binding of rope snagged upon a sharp rock and tore apart, allowing her to escape yet again. They finally tried to simply slit her throat but the knife glided along her neck as if the edge had turned blunt. Bela cackled toothlessly at their futile attempts to execute her. She was protected by powerful witches magic that Mirela has invoked on her behalf. As long as Mirela lived, Bela could not be killed by any mortal craft. Eventually, the crazy old woman was simply left alone and the villagers were at least grateful for the coins she distributed freely at the marketplace. They kept their children far away from her but the kidnappings continued unabated.

Once Bela had reached the end of her days and was kept alive only by Mirela’s enchantments, Şarpe finally gave to Bela what she had always wanted. Though she had taken on the appearance of a hag in her old age, with a large, sagging body, stringy gray hair, a misshapen face, and only a single tooth remaining in her mouth, Şarpe had no difficulty arousing himself for her. It gave him a perverse pleasure to stick his cock inside someone considered so undesirable to proper society. Şarpe propped Bela up on her hands on and knees on her bed and held her meaty, wrinkled love handles tightly between his fingers as he penetrated her from behind.

Şarpe fucked her brittle, elderly body roughly, breaking bones in her pelvis and legs and sending her into a stroke before he was finished with her. Bela had been waiting for this moment over fifty years and she always assumed it would be glorious the first time Şarpe made love to her. But with her advanced age and failing body, Bela could hardly feel anything anymore. Not pleasure, nor even pain.

When Şarpe had finished breaking Bela, Mirela swept into the bedroom with light steps so graceful she seemed to be floating. Her feet made no noise as they touched the ground. The vampire queen found Bela lying naked on her stomach on all fours with her flabby, liver-spotted flesh sagging all over the bed. Blood and other fluids leaked from Bela’s body, she appeared to have soiled herself at some point while Şarpe deflowered her. The blank stare in Bela’s eyes and the drool running down her chin sparked a familiar memory in Mirela’s mind but Mirela couldn’t recall where she recognized the sight from. Some half-remembered dream, she thought.

Mirela had spent nearly two-thirds of her existence frozen between life and death as a creature of the night. She no longer remembered what it felt like to experience the warmth of the sun’s rays upon her skin. Mirela felt cold all the time now, the only exception being when the warm blood of her victims ran down her throat.

The portraits of Mirela’s parents that hung from the walls by the staircase had been disposed of decades ago and Mirela could no longer recall the faces of her mother or father. Mirela had forgotten what it sounded like to hear one of her sister’s laugh with pure joy or delight rather than mirth or malice.

But more than anything else, Mirela missed Bianca. Her beautiful blue eyes, her radiant blonde hair, her cocky laugh, the way she made Mirela feel like she might die from happiness whenever Bianca smiled at her.

All those precious things had been taken from Mirela a long time ago. Mirela, her age locked into the appearance of a woman just entering the prime of her life, took the wrinkled cheeks of her youngest sister into the palms of her hands and kissed Bela on her forehead.

“I still have never forgiven you, Bela,” said Mirela softly. “And I never will. Your usefulness is at an end, I’m afraid. I hereby revoke my protection.”

Mirela took the old jeweled witching knife she had recovered from Vivianna’s ashes after destroying the Countess and sliced the edge across Bela’s throat. Bela made a choking, gurgling noise as blood poured from the opening in her neck and her head fell to the mattress. She gave a few more horrifying wheezes and then was dead within a minute. Şarpe and Mirela surrounded Bela so she perform a final service for them. Şarpe pulled Bela’s head up by her hair and let the blood from her ruined throat drip into his and Mirela’s open mouths.

Once they had drained Bela completely, Mirela threw Şarpe onto the bed and engulfed her bloodied mouth over Şarpe’s cock that was still wet with Bela’s fluids. Mirela worked Şarpe’s prick down to her throat until she choked and lubricated Şarpe’s cock with her bloody saliva that she drooled from her lips down onto the head of his prick. Mirela plunged Şarpe down to her throat again and even then her mouth only covered half his length. Şarpe threw his head back and groaned as Mirela’s mouth moved slowly up and down his cock in a perfect rhythm. She purposely scraped her fangs across his prick which would have been torturous for a human but felt like agonizing ecstasy to Şarpe’s twisted sense of pleasure. He never felt more alive than when mating immediately after a feeding and due to the enthusiastic manner in which Mirela sucked his cock he had a feeling she felt the exact same way.

With Şarpe’s cock still inserted inside her mouth, Mirela swung her legs over his head and placed her cunny atop Şarpe’s lips. Mirela ordered him to lick and Şarpe obeyed without hesitation. He normally found the performance of cunnilingis distasteful and emasculating but Mirela had firmly established her dominance over him over the last few decades. Şarpe feared the power of the vampire queen and the demonic magic she wielded even more than he had feared Vivianna. Mirela was much colder and crueler than the former Countess had ever been. Şarpe nipped at Mirela’s cunny with his fangs to let flow blood that would enhance the flavor of her discharge and he stuck his tongue out to lap the red fluid out of her opening. Şarpe planted his hands on the curves of Mirela’s buttocks and licked her like a dog while at the same time Mirela tried to gag herself on Şarpe’s cock.

When she tired of this, Mirela reversed positions and straddled herself between Şarpe’s legs. She moaned loudly as she plunged herself down and pierced herself with Şarpe’s giant cock. Mirela slowly slid herself down Şarpe’s pole until she had swallowed Şarpe’s entire length inside her cunny. Mirela lifted herself up to spit his cock out of her opening before taking all of him inside her again.

They fucked each other right next to the still-warm corpse of her sister. Mirela didn’t do this kind of thing that often with Şarpe, only after a fresh kill. But when she did engage in sexual activity, Mirela poured everything into her lovemaking. She rode Şarpe with his entire cock buried deep inside her and ground herself against him so hard that her strength would have crumbled a regular human’s pelvis to a fine powder. Şarpe’s prick was so large that it felt like he had filled over half of Mirela’s body. Mirela grunted with satisfied exertion as Şarpe moved within her and she laid her hands on Şarpe’s pectorals. She dug her sharp fingernails into the hard muscles of Şarpe’s chest until she drew blood.

In a cruel irony, the vampire queen and her Count had become partners in the way that Bela and Şarpe were never able to. Mirela took some small satisfaction from this fact the same way she took her satisfaction from Şarpe. Their essences intermixed as they climaxed and ejaculated blood all over each other. For just a second, Mirela felt an intense feeling of shame and revulsion with herself. She considered destroying Şarpe and committing suicide by sunlight to dispel the unclean feeling. But that notion quickly fled and Mirela curled up next to the Count so she could enjoy a few fleeting moments of warmth and sensation before she felt dead inside again. Bela’s body turned cold next to them as they cuddled.

Afterwards, Bela’s corpse was unceremoniously dumped in the woods behind the manor. Some stray animals picked at her flesh but none found her appetizing enough to actually consume. There were none left who would have mourned her passing. Bela rotted next to the household she had destroyed, the mansion still inhabited by the living corpses of the sisters she had betrayed.

Over time, rumors and legends spread through the region about a dark manor located in the middle of a haunted forest. Wanderers who claimed to have entered the woods said they saw women living within it who matched the description of old Lord Pierocent’s daughters. Only the eldest villagers were alive the same time as the Pierocent girls and they spoke plaintively of fine ladies who possessed breathtaking beauty that was unseen in this land these days. The unfounded claims of sighting women within the forest were laughed at and derided of course. No one entered those woods and lived to tell the tale. Those that laughed were hard put to explain the darkness that had swept over the land since the Pierocent girls had disappeared after their parent’s deaths. War, murders, disappearances, injustices, and indecencies had increased tenfold since the time the manor had been abandoned.

The legend of the haunted manor changed with each new telling until the circumstances of the Pierocent girls’ corruption had morphed from a vague semblance of truth to pure fiction, though there was still a germ of verisimilitude in those ghost stories. Rather than a cautionary tale about how unfortunate young women had been led astray and betrayed by their own blood, the plight of the Pierocent girls instead became a tale for mothers to tell that warned their children about the perils of sexual sin. Mothers admonished their sons and daughters to keep their knickers tied tightly or else they might end up a meal for the Pierocent girls or find themselves cursed to live for eternity as an evil creature just like them.

Storytellers spoke of a girl who had lusted for a sister of her own flesh and blood and had suffered to see her body twisted and warped into the devil’s image.

They told of another sister who had lusted unceasingly and had become a monster who drank the blood of infants. She preyed on the young and would steal the virginity and the soul of any innocent unfortunate enough to cross her path.

Most stories failed to mention the sister who had lusted for a man so desperately that she had betrayed everyone who ever loved her only to ultimately be spurned by the object of her infatuation for all her trouble. Truly, she had been the first to fall.

The most repeated story was the tragic tale of a woman who despite being so faithful, so pious, so pure and so good had been turned against her will into the very evil she opposed. Mothers were quick to remind their children that even the most faithful could fall to darkness if they were not cautious.

These were the sisters of the fallen.

Epilogue: The Rising

Wilderness on the border of Jordan and Israel, Modern Day

Mirela worked her incantation carefully, waving her arms rhythmically and trying to stay undistracted by the fearsome growls and thrashings of the beast. It had taken her weeks to capture the creature after flying from Romania to Egypt. If Eduard or Loredana had an inkling of what Mirela was up to, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. She gave them some excuse about leaving Sidexes to inspect some of their safe houses throughout Europe but she could tell they suspected she was lying. Lies came as easily as breathing to Mirela any more.

Mirela had been tracking the location of this beast for over a century. Wherever it appeared, discord and atrocities seemed to follow in its wake. Mirela first detected its presence in Europe a hundred years before and it continued from there to Russia and then East Asia before it seemed to go dormant and the trail grew cold. But Mirela recently heard rumors of a creature in the Middle East that locals called ‘The Ifrit’. Bedouins living in the area claimed a demon was corrupting good men and turning them into religious fanatics who committed terrible acts in the name of Islam

Tracking and capturing the beast was difficult enough but transporting the creature to this place proved even more arduous. The ancient Christian church had been buried beneath the sand of a great desert for millennia until erosion recently revealed its existence. The church originated from the earliest days of Christianity when adherents of that faith knew how to deal with such creatures as Mirela had brought here. Mirela covered every cross and religious symbol carefully, though it burned her fingertips and eyes to do so. She felt nervous even being in here. This was after all the first time Mirela had stepped inside a church or holy place in four hundred years.

The beast growled at her and fought against the invisible bonds that held it in place against the altar. Mirela’s body felt wet with a nervous sweat, a rarity for her considering her usual poise and the chronic chill she always endured between feedings. One lapse in concentration and all her binding spells would be interrupted, releasing the monster that would assuredly tear Mirela limb from limb before consuming her flesh. Mirela sighed in relief as she finished her incantation with a final wave of her hand. She stood back and watched carefully to see if it had worked. Mirela had learned how to correctly perform an exorcism from ancient Christian texts and could only hope she had executed the many steps properly and in the right order. It was hard for Mirela to overstate how strange it was for her to cast white magic rather than black.

The beast ceased its frantic thrashing and looked upward as it breathed heavily. Then suddenly it bellowed loudly and thrashed anew as a red light began glowing between the mounds of its chest. The beast was lifted into the air by its chest and pelvis with its limbs still bound to the altar. The red light withdrew from the beast’s form and floated in the air high above it as the creature fell back down to the altar. The glowing light swirled in the air and grew smaller and smaller until it could fit between the palms of Mirela’s hands. Mirela made a motion with her fingers like she was snuffing out a candle and the red light disappeared entirely with a silent scream that Mirela felt rather than heard. Despite the absence of the light, the room actually seemed less dark since the evil spirit had been exorcised and banished to the Hell from whence it came.

“Please let this work,” Mirela prayed for the first time in centuries. “Please God.”

The creature’s eyes fluttered open and looked about the sanctuary in confusion before settling upon Mirela. The expression on the beast’s face softened and almost looked human when it recognized her. Mirela heard it speak in a sweet, chiming voice rather than the growling rasp it cursed Mirela with earlier. It was a voice that Mirela thought she would never hear again.

“Mellie?”

THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN & EPILOGUE