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Brandi stiffened. The vampire’s touch was colder than she’d expected. Not freezing, but cold, waxen, lifeless. Like, what did you expect, dumbass? The teenager bit her lip, trying to suppress a shiver as the undead queen leaned in close, sliding her arms around Brandi’s waist, pushing her back against the equally-cold stone of the chamber.

“S-so… just a sip, right?” She couldn’t help the tremor in her voice. Get it together, Brandi. You're a prom queen. Act like it!

It had seemed like a great idea - become besties with the queen of vampires and get her to give you eternal youth. I mean, what’s not to like, right? Okay, not being able to work on her tan at the beach was going to be a drag but midnight pool parties were always more fun anyway and spray tans existed for a reason.

The vampire just smiled, baring those long fangs. They looked sharper close-up somehow. Brandi swallowed, trying to make herself relax. The vampire seemed insistent on pressing herself up against her. Surely unnecessary, given her back was already against the wall, but the taller woman persisted, smothering Brandi with her form. Despite its chill, the vampire’s flesh was soft, voluptuous. Ripe.

“Uh, so this is kinda, like, gay,” Brandi stammered. Sure, she might have made out with her girlfriends once or twice but that didn’t make her a lesbian - that was just practice! The little shudder that rattled through her and the wave of goosebumps that followed it were just because she was nervous, nothing to do with the proximity of the ice-haired, statuesque woman whose alabaster breasts were currently smooshed against her face.

“Shhh,” the vampire whispered and leaned in, pulling Brandi’s head back with a jerk. Cool, soft lips brushed across Brandi’s skin. The teen let out a little squeak, half expecting to feel the sharp stab of those fangs any moment. But it didn’t come. Just the snowflake-kisses of those full, black-painted lips.

“O-oh!” She couldn’t help but gasp, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. And elsewhere. “I-I thought you were just going to b-bite me…?” she mumbled.

“Ohh, I will-” the vampire queen continued. “-eventually.”

Brandi squirmed, held fast by the combination of unyielding stone and the vice-like grip of the ancient vampire. She took a deep, shuddering breath and moaned.

“Yessss,” purred the vampire. “That’s it. Surrender yourself to me…”

Brandi couldn’t help herself. It was surely some vamparic power that compelled her, not because she was into it or anything weird like that. She tilted her head back further, exposing her neck to the undead creature. The vampire grinned, fangs glinting in the candlelight, and lunged, jaws wide. As that sharp, stabbing pain finally flared in her throat, one last thought crossed Brandi’s mind. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew? For once, the irony was not lost on her.

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Brandi stiffened. The vampire’s touch was colder than she’d expected. Not freezing, but cold, waxen, lifeless. Like, what did you expect, dumbass? The teenager bit her lip, trying to suppress a shiver as the undead queen leaned in close, sliding her arms around Brandi’s waist, pushing her back against the equally-cold stone of the chamber.

“S-so… just a sip, right?” She couldn’t help the tremor in her voice. Get it together, Brandi. You're a prom queen. Act like it!

It had seemed like a great idea - become besties with the queen of vampires and get her to give you eternal youth. I mean, what’s not to like, right? Okay, not being able to work on her tan at the beach was going to be a drag but midnight pool parties were always more fun anyway and spray tans existed for a reason.

The vampire just smiled, baring those long fangs. They looked sharper close-up somehow. Brandi swallowed, trying to make herself relax. The vampire seemed insistent on pressing herself up against her. Surely unnecessary, given her back was already against the wall, but the taller woman persisted, smothering Brandi with her form. Despite its chill, the vampire’s flesh was soft, voluptuous. Ripe.

“Uh, so this is kinda, like, gay,” Brandi stammered. Sure, she might have made out with her girlfriends once or twice but that didn’t make her a lesbian - that was just practice! The little shudder that rattled through her and the wave of goosebumps that followed it were just because she was nervous, nothing to do with the proximity of the ice-haired, statuesque woman whose alabaster breasts were currently smooshed against her face.

“Shhh,” the vampire whispered and leaned in, pulling Brandi’s head back with a jerk. Cool, soft lips brushed across Brandi’s skin. The teen let out a little squeak, half expecting to feel the sharp stab of those fangs any moment. But it didn’t come. Just the snowflake-kisses of those full, black-painted lips.

“O-oh!” She couldn’t help but gasp, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. And elsewhere. “I-I thought you were just going to b-bite me…?” she mumbled.

“Ohh, I will-” the vampire queen continued. “-eventually.”

Brandi squirmed, held fast by the combination of unyielding stone and the vice-like grip of the ancient vampire. She took a deep, shuddering breath and moaned.

“Yessss,” purred the vampire. “That’s it. Surrender yourself to me…”

Brandi couldn’t help herself. It was surely some vamparic power that compelled her, not because she was into it or anything weird like that. She tilted her head back further, exposing her neck to the undead creature. The vampire grinned, fangs glinting in the candlelight, and lunged, jaws wide. As that sharp, stabbing pain finally flared in her throat, one last thought crossed Brandi’s mind. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew? For once, the irony was not lost on her.

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Part 3