Last night was the 20-year anniversary of when I turned Kara. I have turned many before and after her, but once her dark self came to the surface, I was surprised how well the two of us fit together. Chad had risen first this evening and began to remove the bodies from our living area 4 or 5 at a time, walking them to over to the basement stairs to be disposed of.
Speak of the devil's daughter, and she will appear. dragging her own dead body with legs that seem to be working slower than I age. Barely conscious, she makes her way. down the long, straight staircase at the back of the room.
"So, the birthday girl remains among the living dead?" I yell to her. Mocking the hangover, I know she must be pushing aside.
"Brax, I remember last night. Don't try and act like you didn't see who and how much. I had to drink." The words were barely making it out of her mouth before hitting the floor like a lead ball.
"My honest apologies, my dear girl. Any plans for the day, or are you and the holograms going to hibernate the back half-life of the NARCO-ALCO-HEMO globen you managed to embalm your bodies with last night?" I may have misjudged my volume a tad, but that did not prevent the smirk on my face from flashing like a new penny in a storm drain.
"I think, no, no thinking today, murr murr murr, most of the day upstairs." She managed to enunciate most of what she said. I cared about her far too much to repeat what she was unable to get out.
"Any special "meal" requests I should relay to Chad when I see him?" I was actually curious if she had any idea what she may want to eat tonight. I have always had a weakness. for O-neg. Even if the person stuffs themselves with junk food and trash, that O-neg tends to keep its flavor no matter how they treat their body.
As Kara reaches the bottom of the stairs, she looks up at me with big, gray-colored eyes. as if to ask me to take it all away. To be honest, I am not entirely sure that I would if I were able to. I love her to death… and clearly I have, but she must learn that even in death there is a price to be paid for everything, even on a cosmic level. I COULD take it away, but the tax would just come from another area. It is much easier to have her ride it out and get a well-earned lesson from her actions. Besides, I have already gotten her a gift. I just have not been able to give it to her as yet. I was going to wait for her to feel a little better, but maybe the adrenaline release is what she needs. to help push this out of her system.
I tell her, "I was going to wait until later tonight to give you your present, but maybe we can just do it now between us."
"Oh yes, please. I am sure whatever you have would be just the thing to get me up and flying again." She says as she slowly turns her back to me and begins to grind her backside. into my groin. Such a clever girl, and yet in her current state it is almost as if a homeless woman is attempting seduction. Sexy, yes, on some level. There is also a whitewashing of hilarity due to the fact, she looks more like a zombie than a vampire.
"Yes, yes. I'll get it. You know, bribes do not work on me, girl. That little grind you do will not get you your gift any sooner," I say to her, looking at her from the tops of my eyes.
"That was no bribe; that was a sneak preview. You have not forgotten what happens to my libido after I rebound from a night like last night? Have you"? She says with a hint of honest concern.
"No, my dear. You are forever burned into my memory for the remainder of my years. Here you are. Do not attempt to lift this in your current state; it is quite heavy." I urge as I bring a box out from behind a large pedestal behind one of the couches in the room.
"Seriously, Brax? I REALLY must look bad. I AM still a vampire. Unless that thing is the weight of a semi, I doubt I will have too much trouble with it." In a tone you might expect from a 16-year-old.
She pulls off the bow and rips through the paper like a wildcat ripping through the coat and flesh of a fresh kill to get at the goodies inside. She pushes away the shredded pelt of the gift to reveal an old wooden box that has been weathered by time and elements. Handcrafted metal guards cover each corner of the wooden box. Looking older than the box itself is a large dial in the face of the box, along with a diamond-encrusted solid silver handle with leather on each end that seems to vanish into the box itself. Odd colors stain the top of the box from the centuries of moss blood, and wax that this impressive container has seen over the span of its own life.
"What issssssss ittttttt?" She says with the pure, unfiltered curiosity of a child at Christmas. "I guess you're just going to have to solve that dial to find out. Oh, and be very careful of that handle, my love. It is pure silver. I was told the dial itself is safe for you, but once you open It uses a glove or something. I would hate for you to burn your lovely fingers on something I intended to be a gift," I cautioned.
"Do you know how to open it?" With impatience and last night's regret still in her voice. "I do not. I had hoped that once you are able to open up too, it would add to the value of the gift inside. Nothing worth having is gotten easy, love." I exclaim, sounding more like an actual father.
"The girls are still sleeping, so I want to play down here for a while," she says as a nod in the affirmative. I do know what is inside, but I still want to see the look she has when she realizes what she now owns.
Kara spends the next couple of hours spinning the dial on the front of the clock and counter wise, testing each spin to see if she may have found the formula to reveal the great mystery that is only inches away from her fingertips. She has spent so much time on the box, her modest cohorts managed to crawl away from the caskets they occupied through the day to see what their dark mistress was up to after such a reckless undertaking as the night previous.
Chad had also returned from cleaning up the "party favors" that were left from last nights little event. I said good evening, and he gave me the standard nod that He gives me each and every night. He had fetched a steel tray with warm bags of blood. We have a subbasement under the basement where we keep live O-neg humans. We feed them through IVs until they expire in their own time. This works far better than taking fresh humans off the street every night. The blood is not as fresh in a body that is not active, but it's still better than cow blood or something of the like. Drinking animal blood will keep us alive, but it is like going from fresh baked bread too hard, dry prison bread.
Chad passes out the bags that have thin tubes of hose attached. I think he uses the hoses used for carbonated beverages at bars and restaurants. Works well for our purposes, and we have a nice supply with the club just out back.
Jade furrows her brow as she watches Kara spin the knob that holds the lid of the box shut, tilts her head ever so slightly, and says, "Wait a sec! You guys hear that? Really listen. Kara, spin that thing again, but go slow."
Kara looks at her with a puzzling excitement in her eyes, not knowing what the cat inside Jade's mind is pawing at.
"THERE!! That click. No way a human could hear it. If you listen closely, you can hear it click when she passes a certain spot"! Kara's face has a sly grin crawl across as she zeros in on what her stellar partner had pointed out. As the dial spins and with each click, you can see the necks of the girls redden as they paw at themselves with an excitement that borders on the erotic. CLICK!
The final tumbler falls into place, letting out a much louder click that must have released the lid of the box from the rest of it. Like someone letting go for the first time, allowing themselves to be consumed by pure carnal desire. Kara grabs the top of the box at the sides and slowly opens the lid to expose red silk. like a box full of blood that can dance across the air as if nothing could hold it to this realm.
Sonya takes the silk in her hand and begins to rub its smooth, soft surface across her neck face, and chest. forgetting that the crimson flag she was calming herself with was not the actual reward for solving the box. Under the silk held a book. A tomb, rather. One of the oldest and darkest collections of forbidden magic and spells to ever see the light of the moon. Hidden away by someone or something that thought the tomb was too dangerous for anyone to use. I kneel down by my alluring sorority of demonic submissives.
As Kara pulls the tomb from its crypt, I touch her chin and turn her head to look at me. I have her full attention, and I tell her, "Do you remember that book? We talked about last winter? The one with the Latin spells? You told me..." and then in unison we say together, "I would give anything for absolute immortality." "This is that book, Kara," as I wait to see what her heart reflects on her face.
Her face looks as if she were at total peace, in absolute confusion, and in childlike wonder all at the same time. "Where did you find this thing?" She asks as the spine cracks when she lifts the cover to expose the pages that are made of animal or human and look to be penned in blood. It smells of faint blood. Nothing I recognize.
"Well, I met a man through the mortuary that told me he had done business with another man that dealt old books and tomes out of a small shop in Austria. I reached out, and I told him what I wanted. It took him a while, but last month he called me and said he found it. I was not totally sure it was in there until you and Jade made it through the box. Looks like that dealer was a solid guy. He better have been, I could have gotten a small country for what it cost to track that thing down. I can't wait to see what you do with it, baby. If I know you, it will be something that nobody else would even dream of." Holding back the pride I have for her, for all my girls.
Kara's eyes change to almost a violence I have seldom seen, and she shows her teeth a little looks at me and says, "If you thought what I did earlier was a bribe... when we are all at 100%, that bribe will become a payoff 100 times over. You have me shaking right now! We are going to fuck you straight through the subbasement into some other dimension. We are going to break your dick right off and mmmm mmm mmmm mmm."
As I cover her mouth. "We all follow where you are going. Why don't You and the girls take that to the summon circle in our library and play with it for a bit. build some strength backup. I had Chad call everyone and tell them you girls will not be at work tonight. I want to go out to eat. Me and my perfect ladies. We can talk about dessert on the way home. Maybe We can even have the first course in the car on the way back."
Chad rolls his eyes and shows us all a smirk of disapproval as he gets up and heads back to his room. Strange guy, but he can get shit done all right.
The girls get up with a pep in their step, like they just picked up the perfect dress for prom that they have been saving all summer for. They skip off to the literary room we call the library. It is a well-lit room. The only room in the house that uses electricity for all light. It has a basic summon circle in the middle, and there are transparent laminates that can be pulled out from the bottom of one wall, like maps above a chalkboard in school, only at floor level. Each differs depending on what you would like to call up at a certain time. I designed it all, and Chad did most of the work himself. There is also a round research table in one corner, and that is where Kara, Jade, and Sonya sat until I instructed it was time to get ready to go and eat. For show, of course. A small business owner should be seen out in public. Doing "NORMAL" things. We already have the nickname of "LICK HER LOUNGE" and "THE MORMON MORGUE." I think it affects business and acting normal in public actually brings less attention to my family than keeping everything and everyone cut off from the rest of the world. Plus, I know the girls love to go out even when they say they don't. I see how they act when we are out, and they act like they are all 18. Even the hard-ass Jade bobs her head. She has all that wild, kinky hair swinging back and forth. I can't help getting a little tickle in my belly when I see my girls are having so much fun. I would never take that away. Even if something bad were to go down with our club or whatever, I would do what I can to see that my girls had all the fun they could.
Before we headed down to the garage where Chad was waiting with the car, Kara turned to me and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. Last night, about halfway through the night before the party started. I was called down to the bar. Something about a visitor. When I got down to the bar there was a man wanting to see me. He said he was my twin brother. He had been looking for me ever since I had gone missing 20 years ago. He could tell something was off about my age. I said you have access to the best plastic surgeons in the world, but I am not sure he bought it. You may want to look at the CCTV at some point to assess what this might mean, if anything."
"Thank you, Kara, for bringing this to my attention." I said to her with as much control as I normally have. "You are my greatest asset, baby; what would I ever do without you?"
My head started to get away from me, but I forced it back into its box until I can determine what I am dealing with, if anything at all. We all piled into the car, and Chad hit the breeze on our way to pose for the cattle.