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"I'd prefer another vampiress!"

But, unfortunately, the vampiress doesn't enjoy your easy-going, fun-loving approach. She hates watching you lure people and kill them, rather than roar like a traditional monster and kill them straight out. She hates seeing you befriend people by day, stalk them by night, and kill them in the early hours. But most of all, she hates the simple fact that you're a wolf - not a sophisticated, intelligent creature, but a killing machine. So, one night, after your latest catch...

"Come in here," the Vampiress calls to you. In moments you're in the enormous computer-filled, monitor-cramped room. The Vampiress' back is to you - she's fiddling with something on the desk. A vial of some sort.

"What is it, Countess?" you ask cheerfully. The past few days have been wonderful - mindless contentment and delicious flesh. The castle is, without a doubt, the BEST place in the entire country for prey. People always coming and going without a care... well, except for you.

"I've been watching your style. It's too happy-go-lucky. Some day you might let one of your prey escape... and that would leave me at a serious disadvantage, as I'm sure you can imagine." The Countess lectures you and you hang your wolfish head in shame. You HAVE been a bit too lax lately... you nearly let that thin reporter woman escape. It was only because she tripped over that rug that you caught her at all.

"So, I've decided to disregard your wolfish nature and make you a Vampiress!" She abruptly turns round, grabs you by the throat, and lifts you up. You choke and wriggle feebly as she pours a vial down your throat... a vial marked "MY BLOOD: SAMPLE 2-A". She then drops you, leaving you floundering upon the ground in pain. Your fur recedes, most of your teeth return to normal size, and your clothes return... but your hair lengthens and your skin grows paler. Your brown eyes take on a ghastly, incandescent glow, becoming a greeny-blue colour, and your formerly casually male clothes become flowing robes. You get up and gasp.

You are a beautiful vampiress, just like the Countess.


Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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