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OTAKU NO

ECCHI VAMPIRES:

THE FIRST BITE

By Hardcover

I will never forget the fist time I met Circe. Never, ever, for as long as I live. How long had it been? How long had it been since the vampires among us had been revealed? A good ten years or so I guess. A single incident had revealed them: A vampire rescuing the Prime Minister of Japan from an assassination attempt on live TV, an unbelievable world event that had brought them out of the shadows whether they liked it or not. It had turned out that vampires had long since developed an artificial blood called Sangre, and no longer needed to feed off of humans involuntarily.

It had been a particularly nasty can of worms to open; as soon as vampires were out in the limelight, all sorts of other strange creatures began making their presence known, many that even the vampires hadn't even known about. It had been a crash course for humanity on the dark shadow world we'd only vaguely been aware of.

They were met with a lot of fear and hate, and a few open arms. They'd more or less been accepted into the culture, though as a marginalized minority. They still existed in the shadows, haunting the fringes of society. Because of the orgasmic pleasure their bites caused, clubs featuring vampires who bit for cash sprang up, many of them offering full sex as well, and vamp pimping had quickly become big business. Many vampires made their living as body guards or bounty hunters, taking jobs that were too dangerous for humans. They even took on special revenge jobs for clients, if the ruling council of the vampire community decided that vengeance was indeed warranted.

I had been aware of all this, but I had not been any sort of active participant. I was just a forty three year old guy named Ralph Lovecraft (no relation) who still lived at home, and had a small time job that paid for my rabid anime and manga addiction. I worked as an assistant and receptionist for a small law firm. Being a male secretary tended to get me a lot of ribbing, but I was good at my job. I was the nerdiest of the nerdy and proud of it, having a bedroom filled with comics, DVDs and most of all, anime girl dolls. I was never the brightest crayon in the box, but I knew what I liked. I hit all the conventions, did all the cosplay, and proudly declared myself an otaku of all otakus.

I was part of an anime fan club and we met every weekend to watch anime and read manga. At the moment we numbered seven: six guys and one girl.

And truth be told, I was . . . weird. I was obsessed with girls. Not the usual way guys were; no, this was something different. I LOVED girls girls girls girls. I had to know everything about them, every tiny little detail. I paid attention to everything: I knew how they put on their make up, what techniques they used on their hair, how their bodies actually worked, I studied how the talked and moved and how they wore their clothes. I knew all the stuff about girls that most guys don't even bother with. Young cute girls were my favorite, which is why I loved anime girls. Pretty, cute and bursting with life, that was what I liked.

My Mother often told me that my biggest failing was my incessant unflappable need to only see the best in a girl once I was taken with her. She called it "love goggles". That was pretty much true, and this particular fault of mine was to play into the events that occurred later in.

I was not much to look at, black thinning hair, a pudgy acne scarred face, a big nose, short stature and a skinny, scrawny physique that meant I was not a big hit with the ladies, much to my dismay.

I thought about them constantly, wondered about them. Sometimes, in the privacy of my own thoughts, I wondered what it would be like to be a girl myself. I wondered about how they felt and how they thought. How cool would it be to be the object of my own obsession? I thought about that all the time, what would it be like to be so cute and pretty, the object of so much desire? I often had small fantasies that I never told anyone else about in which I was somehow changed into a pretty girl. It was my most intimate secret, the kind of thing I had to keep hidden in my mind. I guess that's how a lot of cross dressers get started, but truth be told, I was way too ugly to make a good drag queen.

Like most otaku, I loved hentai. Yuri was my favorite, nothing but cute young girls doing all the nastiest things with each other with no guys anywhere in sight. But I didn't just like hentai, I like the romantic yuri manga and anime, love stories about girls falling in love with other girls and the like, and devoured them rabidly. Anything with cute girls in it made my day.

I was also heavily into shojo manga, and had a huge stash. Some of them I read over and over, devouring the characters, but it was always the shoujo-ai and the yuri books that kept my interest.

I spent more time with girls, when I could, then I ever did with guys, from a very young age. I think all that time spent around them made me a little effeminate, for lack of better word. I was beat up a lot in high school by guys who thought I was gay, but I never let it change me one bit. Truth be told, I was rather excitable and emotional, so crying during sad movies probably got my ass kicked just as much. But that was just me, passionate, excitable, and emotional.

And it was vampire girls that really sparked my interest. Especially the ones who had been turned at a young age, all that bubbly little girl cuteness wrapped around a mature adult personality, it was just too much. I loved vampire girls in my anime and manga too: Mina from Dance In The Vampire Bun, Karin from Chibi Vampire, Evangeline from Negima, Moka from Rosario+Vampire, all my favorites. I loved sinister girls as a whole, Goth chicks, especially Goth Lolitas, really turned me on and made my heart beat a mile a minute. And vampires, well, they were just so sexy and mysterious. So you can imagine how I felt when I found out they were real.

All of which, is what led me to that empty house on that fateful day.

I had struck up conversations with a girl on line named TeenChik12, and we had talked quite a bit for a several days. Then she hit me with the bomb: She wanted to meet and gave me an address. Thinking back, I don't know what made me go; what made me take such a big risk, but I went. I pulled up at the house and found it was an empty place with a for sale sign on the lawn. I thought about leaving, but then I saw that the front door was open. I know, it was stupid of me, but I was intrigued and I wanted to meet this girl.

I entered the house and found it dark, except for a light in the upstairs hallway. I climbed the steps, my heart beating with both fear and excitement, and found the light coming from one of the upstairs bedrooms. The light was dull, but there. When I opened the door and went in, I saw a figure dressed in a school girl style sexy outfit with the plaid short skirt, fishnet stockings and short sleeve shirt tied up under her breasts standing on the far side. Her features were partially hidden in the low light. A long mirror stood over in one corner. There was also an inflatable mattress in the middle of the room. It didn't take a genius, which I'm not, to figure out what she had in mind.

When she came forward, I tensed up. This could be trouble: How old was she? She couldn't be more then fourteen, fifteen at the most. This was the kind of trouble I did not need to be in; fourteen will get you twenty, as the saying goes. As she stepped forward into the light, I began to relax a little: She was a vampire, which was obvious.

She was small and petite, with a small bud of medium developed breasts, only a modest curve to her hips and thin arms and legs. But she was near indescribably cute. Her hair was long and strait going down past her shoulders ending in slight curves. Her eyes were wide and expressive, her nose small and button-ish, and her mouth small with thick lips. Her skin was pale, almost white, and her hair was completely chalk white from top to bottom. Her eyes were the usual blood red that all vampires had, her pupils being thin cat like slits. Her hair partly covered her ears, but I could make out the long Mr. Spock like point the marked the ears of a vampire.

She wore droop earrings shaped like coffins in both ears, and a small silver belly ring. There were bat shaped hair clips in her hair.

But she was beautiful, oh god was she beautiful. Endlessly pretty and cute in a way that only a little vampire girl could be.

"Why, hello. You must be Ralph." She said, smiling warmly. The way she talked was very adult.

I could see her fangs as she talked, her voice a high pitched but soft musical sound, accented in with a distinctly English dialect. The sound was enough to melt my heart; I could not believe how pretty this little bloodsucker was.

"That would be me," I replied, sheepishly, "You're TeenChik?"

"My name's Circe Deralith." She said, "It's good to finally meet you. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm really bad at remembering to check my emails."

Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, I'm sure that it happens all the time.

She talked in a mature, adult fashion, maybe I wasn't in so much trouble here. I couldn't get over it, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, her eyes seemed to just melt me right there on the floor. But I knew it was rude to ask a lady her age, especially a vampire lady as her age may well have been up in the triple digits. I decided to go about it differently.

"Wow, Circe." I commented, "How old where you when you were turned?"

She smiled coyly, "Just fourteen, a few months before my birthday."

She then gripped the edges of her skirt and did a few turns for me, smiling naughtily, her fangs evident.

"Do you like what you see?" She cooed.

"Very much." I admitted, I wanted to trust her, but I had to be sure, "How long ago did this happen? Getting bit I mean?"

Circe bristled a little, "Let's just say a very long time ago. I'm well over the age of consent, if that's what's bothering you."

I relaxed, I was safe, but I had offended her. But what was the use, anyways? An ugly guy like me didn't stand a chance with a petite goddess like this. She must be horribly disappointed at my appearance, and lord knows, I didn't want to make such a prefect goddess sad.

I said, "You're beautiful, Circe. You're the most beautiful girl I've even seen. But you're way out of my league. I'm so sorry you wasted your time waiting for someone like me. I'll go now, I don't want to waste any more of you time."

"No, don't go." Circe said quickly, "Please, stay. I want you to kiss me. Don't you want to kiss me?"

Now, common sense tells you that when a girl like that asks a guy like me to kiss her; something else is definitely afoot. But I was so lost her spectacular pleading eyes, and I wanted so badly to kiss that pretty little sensuous mouth that what little common sense I had was rapidly jumping ship. She could have been a prostitute and I might have gotten stuck with a huge bill (though, honestly, I wouldn't have minded paying it for a girl like that. It, er, wouldn't have been the first time I'd paid a girl for sex, how do you think and ugly otaku like me would ever lose his virginity?), or there could have been some big bad asses waiting somewhere to roll me. But I couldn't even care about those possibilities right now.

I took Circe in my arms as she tilted her head up at me, and leaned down to kiss her. Her soft lips met mine and my heart rapidly pumped in my chest. I sprung a boner right there as I felt her lips move against mine, kissing me back. I shivered with joy as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, which I returned in kind. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining as we kissed. I couldn't believe it, that I was kissing my perfect girl, I kept wondering whether I was going to wake up back in my bed again, surrounded by nothing but my resin model kits.

Circe broke the kiss and stepped back from me, smiling with that lovely mouth full of fangs. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest as she started to get undressed. She undid her shirt, untying it and letting it slip down her arms and to the floor, revealing the lacy black bra she wore under it.

She reached behind her skirt and unzipped it, letting it fall down her legs where she gingerly stepped out of it. Her black panties matched her bra. I swallowed hard, looking her over, blushing as I did.

She reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra, "I bet you'd like to see my boobs, wouldn't you?"

I nodded, my mouth dry, unable to speak.

She slid her it down over her arms slowly, letting it slowly fall and reveal her firm, B-cup breasts. I was a bit of a shame, that Circe had been denied by fate a full womanly figure, but she wore this adolescent like form with a sexiness that belied her size. Even as small as she was, her maturity was evident. Clad now only in her stockings and panties, completely topless, she looked just as cute and sweet as can be. Her nipples were hard and stiff. Could it be that she was actually turned on by me?

She turned her back to me and sexily slid her panties down, wiggling her butt a little as she did so, revealing her naked rear end to me. Small, tight, but soft and wonderful. She stripped with the know how of a woman of much practice. Cute and adorable, but mature and erotic all at the same time.

She turned around and I thought I'd faint: She had only a small tuft of white pubic hair over her vagina, which itself was completely bald, making it visible just by standing in front of me. I didn't know if it was just like that, or whether she shaved it like that, but the effect was one of effortless eroticism. She smiled, unashamed and uninhibited, and came forward to me.

My heart leapt again as she got down on her knees and began to undo my pants. I offered no resistance as she pulled my cock out of my pants and began to jerk me a little. She looked up at me with those luscious wonderful eyes and smiled wickedly.

"I wanna suck your cock." She said.

She took me in her soft lips expertly, and began to move her head up and down, expertly sucking on my shaft, taking my cock into her mouth deeper then I'd have thought possible. It was a wonder I didn't cum right there, but I had a momentary horrible vision of Circe sinking her fangs into my dick. Fortunately, nothing happened. I was unaware at that time that vampires can retract their fangs if the want to. They frequently do that when they eat regular food.

She sucked my dick sensuously, still looking positively adorable as she did despite the nasty nature of the act. She bobbed her head up and down, sending waves of giddy pleasure through me. She was good at this, oh so good at this. I felt right then like I was the luckiest man in the world, and I probably was.

When she finally stopped, she stood and said, "Take your clothes off."

Who the hell would want to see me naked? But I did as I was told, stumbling out of my clothes with no where near the finesse. When I was done, standing there naked and looking dorky as I basically pointed at her, she got down on the mattress and spread her legs wide, exposing her vagina completely. It was indeed fortunate that I had no heart condition, or I'd have been dead on the floor in a matter of seconds. She held it open with her fingers, teasing herself, her eyes giving me a delightfully impish smile.

"Come here and eat my pussy." She invited.

I got down on my stomach and brought myself close to her, moving my head between her legs. I could smell the sweet nectar of her woman hood as I got closer. Spreading her pussy lips with my fingers, I began to lick on suck her. Now, my obsession with women had led me to an pretty good understanding of how a vagina worked, and if I do say so myself, I had acquitted myself well in the few times a woman was goodly enough to let me cunnle her. Circe gasped as I worked on her, moaning and shuddering, an element of surprise in her manner, I guess she wasn't expecting me to be this good. I was quite happy to exceed her expectations in that regard.

Buried between her legs, I didn't see her reach down under the mattress and pull something up. I didn't see her raise it over her head.

"Do I taste good?" She breathed.

Still against her slit, I nodded, "Uh huh."

"Am I as good as Jessica?" She asked me, with sudden venom in her voice.

I stopped and looked up at her, confused, "Who?"

I felt an agonizing, burning pain in my back as Circe slammed something into my skin. A cold sensation flowed into my body as something was injected inside me. I screamed and cried out, my body going into spasms as I crawled backwards. I looked to see Circe holding a huge syringe; the plunger pressed all the way down, the needle coated with my blood.

"Why . . .?" I asked in a trembling voice as my body began to shake and convulse.

"For Jessica." She said firmly.

Who was this Jessica? I had no idea what she was talking about. My body spasmed again, and pain shot through me.

"What have you done to me?" I asked through the shakes.

"A genetic virus. Irreversible." She replied, laughing, "It's altering your DNA, changing your body. When it's all done, you're cells will be locked, and there will be no way to change back. But I hear it feels pretty good."

Down on all fours, my body shook and twisted. The pain seemed to fade, and sudden I felt waves of pleasure flowing through me. I moaned as I felt my body rearrange itself. I was shrinking, contracting and growing smaller. In front of me, I saw my arms and hands shrinking, the hair on my arms falling out and going to the floor. I felt tingles all over my head as my hair grew out, falling down over my shoulders. My stomach retracted, shrinking away making my waist smaller while my hips curved. I felt the skin on my chest swell a little and then, to my horror, I felt my genitals begin to shrink, shriveling up and contracting until I could no long feel them between my legs. My skin there seemed to sink as my hair all over my chest fell out. My whole body and face pulsed and swelled as I changed, my form raked with shakes and spasms as it realigned itself with whatever Circe's virus was doing to me.

It seemed like forever before it finally stopped, although it was likely just a few minutes.

Breathing hard, and disoriented, still on my hands and knees, I looked up at the gloating Circe.

"What have you done?" I asked her.

A high, soft voice, not my own, came out of my mouth. I shivered at the unfamiliarity of my own voice. I think, in the back of my head, I knew what had been done to me. But I hadn't quite accepted it yet.

In response, Circe pulled the mirror over, "See for yourself."

I looked in the mirror and my jaw dropped open when I saw the pretty young girl that stared back. It was unbelievable; I stared in the mirror at that secret fantasy of mine revealed in reality. I was pretty, really pretty and incredibly cute. My hair was long and strait, going down over my shoulders and curled a little at the ends much like Circe's. I had large brown eyes, deep and soulful, much like the anime girls I adored. My skin was smooth and soft, completely blemish free. My once gargantuan nose was now small and cute, rising a little bit at the tip. My face was round, and simply gorgeous.

My body was small and petite, and looked to be about the same physical age as Circe's, roughly approximating the size and shape of a fourteen year old. I had medium, C-cup breasts and a tiny but respectable curve to my hips. My thin, hairless legs were just long enough to compliment my body. I looked between my legs and blushed: My male genitals were gone, replaced by a small, perfect, hairless vagina. I ran my hands over my skin; it was smooth and soft, and pleasant to the touch.

I had become my own idol.

"Nothing to say?" Circe said, with a hint of malice, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Eeeeeee!!!" I squealed with glee, waving my arms in front me, "I'm so cute!!!!!"

"Huh?" Circe stared at me, perplexed by my enthusiasm, "You know this is permanent right? You're not going to change back."

I wasn't really listening to her, I was busy making cutesy faces in the mirror and striking poses. I said things like "Kawaii!" tired looking as cute as I could. For the first time in my life, I actually liked what I saw in the mirror. I giggled, enjoying the soft musical sound of my own voice as I tried striking what ever pose I could think of that made me like an adorable manga babe. I just could not help myself; I was just so incredibly excited by what I saw in the mirror.

Circe came up behind me. I didn't see her at first because she cast no reflection in the mirror. No one's sure why vampires don't cast any reflections, but they don't unless the mirror has been specially treated. These "vamp mirrors" are what vampires use for all their grooming. They used to be distributed by underground dealers, but now you could buy them at Wal-Mart.

I jumped, startled by her, and lost my footing falling down on my newly small butt, not used to my center of gravity being so low. I sat up and Circe crouched behind me reaching around me and facing me towards the mirror.

"Spread your legs." She told me.

I eagerly complied, spreading my thin legs wide apart. I blushed as I saw my pussy come into view. My pussy, that was my very own pussy there now, to play with whenever I wanted to. I giggled and blushed again, letting my body guide me. I was slipping easily into girlish gestures and motions, and it was a whole lot of fun.

Circe slipped her hand between my legs and started rubbing my pussy, moving her fingers in a circular motion. My body tensed as they did that, my god, my body was so responsive. She moved her fingers, masturbating me, making me moan as her fingers did their work. Oh my god, this felt really good, I had always wondered what this felt like for them, and now I could experience it for myself. I rolled my hips with her hands, letting my body move against her, our naked skin touching.

I moved my head around, letting my cheek touch Circe's. Her fingers slipped inside my pussy and began to finger fuck me, moving in and out. I could feel fluid seeping down my thighs and I moaned happily as the pleasure of her touches rolled through me. I turned my head a little and kissed her lips, gently and with a little tongue, the way my favorite Yuri girls always did. There was a slight gasp of surprise from Circe as I did that. I guess she wasn't expecting it.

She took me and laid me down on the mattress, spreading my legs wide again, which I gleefully let her do. She slipped her head between my legs, and I gasped as she began to lick and tongue my vagina. I undulated, slipping a finger into my mouth as she teased and sucked on my clit and lips, slipping her fingers back inside me and making me squirm with joy. This felt incredibly good, the way she was eating. Much better then a blow job ever felt. As strange as it may sound, I didn't miss my penis at all. Not with the kind of pleasure I was getting from my new organ.

I really wanted Circe to turn around over me so I could eat her at the same time. I was about to say something when she pulled something else out from under the mattress and stood up. I opened my eyes and looked at her, and saw that she had put on a large pink strap on dildo. I eyed it a little apprehensively, it looked kinda big. I had the sudden urge to sit up and start sucking it. Jeeze, I really had turned into a girl. That transformation stuff must have changed my mind a little as well as my body. But I didn't care, this was all too exciting.

She crawled on top of me, and put the dildo over my pussy. I leaned up and kissed her, my body aching with anticipation. Circe was so pretty, so cute, she was the most desirable girl I'd ever seen. She put one hand on my shoulder, and the other around the base of the strap on, and pushed into me. I arched my back and cried out as my new body was penetrated for the very first time. She started fucking me, moving in and out of my pussy. I moaned and thrust my hips, feeling the pleasure wash over me, tingling my body from between my legs.

"Do you like that? You little raven haired slut?" Circe asked.

"Oh yes! Do it more!" I cried. I don't know why I got turned on more when she called me a slut.

I felt something warm and sticky trickle down between my legs, and I realized it must be blood. That's right; this body had still been a virgin. I laughed happily: I had lost my virginity twice! How many people could say that? Anyways, if it was blood, Circe would probably enjoy that. I looked up at Circe's astonishingly beautiful face as she obliterated my virginity. God, she was pretty, even with her mouth open and her fangs in sight. I pulled her down on me, wrapping my legs around her, crying out in joy as she screwed me.

"Is this the way you fucked Jessica?" She whispered in my ear.

"I don't know a Jessica." I insisted.

"Liar." Circe hissed.

Suddenly, she pulled out and rolled me over onto my hands and knees. She spread my butt checks and shoved a couple of fingers back into me. But not into my pussy this time, she slipped 'em right up my butt. I yelped in surprise as I felt where they were going.

"Yikes," I said looking back at her over my shoulder, grinning, "That's so naughty, Circe."

Circe gave me another puzzled look, as if somehow this wasn't playing out the way she'd expected it to. She pulled her fingers out of me and then without any warning, shoved the strap on up my ass. It wasn't a giant dildo, but it was big enough to make you yelp as it was pushed into me.

"Holy guacamole!" I exclaimed.

I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me, my body shuddering and shaking as I was sodomized. Fortunately, Circe's fingers had loosened me up enough so the pain didn't last long. I grunted and cried out, but the pain began to fade. Soon, I felt nothing, just the pressure of the dildo up my butt. I took a while, but then I started to enjoy it. I slipped my hand between my legs and began to masturbate myself as the strap on did its work, Circe shoving it in and out of my ass relentlessly. I looked back as saw that she even managed to look cute doing me in my butt, her mouth open and her fangs exposed. What an adorable girl.

Is it weird to think her fangs looked cute?

I shook my body, the sodomy driving me into an animalistic frenzy. I felt good, but it seemed so unfair: Circe was giving me all the pleasure, but she hadn't asked me to give her any. That was what I really wanted to do, to make her feel good, to make her moan in joy. Circe was such a beautiful, sweet girl; she should be the one enjoying herself, not me. I didn't understand why she wanted to do it this way.

"You like it up the ass, you raven haired harlot?" Circe asked me, her voice so musical and cute, despite what she was saying.

"Oh yes. Thank you, Circe." I moaned, gripping the mattress with my fingers.

She kept that up until she thought I'd had enough, and then flipped me over back on my back and unhooked the strap on, slipping it off and tossing it aside. She crawled over me, and gently touched my vagina with her hand, masturbating me with the tips of her fingers. I moaned and kissed her lips, feeling them so soft on my mouth. I was truly the luckiest girl in the world, to be serviced like this a someone like Circe.

I reach up with my own hand and began to return the favor, rubbing Circe's perfect pussy with my fingers, going slowly in a circular motion, and then picking up speed. We both moaned and writhed against each other, our naked flesh touching. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, making me squirm with delight. I well as I could in this unfamiliar body, I new I was getting close.

"You're . . . you're really good at this." Circe panted.

I rubbed Circe faster, I wanted so badly for her to cum. It didn't matter if I had an orgasm or not, Circe was the one who deserved the pleasure. We kept up fingering each other, rubbing ourselves together, undulating in joy as the stimulation sent tingles of bliss through our bodies. I kissed Circe passionately, feeling her juices run down my fingers, her soft wet slit feeling like magic under my hand.

Just as I couldn't hold back any longer, Circe began to twist and writhe in delight, moaning and crying out loudly as I made her cum. That was all I could take, I arched my back and groaned loudly, my body shivering as my own orgasm washed over me. I stared up at my wonderful companion, watching her face, contorted with pleasure, seemed even more beautiful. She moaned, her mouth wide open, her fangs extended and visible. My white haired goddess in the troughs of passion, god she was beautiful. My heart fluttered at the sight of her and my eyes actually moistened with tears of joy.

When our orgasms finally ceased and we lay on one another panting, I kissed her gently on the lips, enjoying just the simple, passionate feeling of her mouth. I never wanted to let her go, I have never felt so smitten by a girl as I had by Circe. She was my vampire Venus, a muse to my obsession with pretty girls.

Lifting herself up a little, Circe looked down at me with a twist of a smile.

"I hope you like being a girl," She told me, "Because you can never be changed back, and you're never going to grow up. This is for what you did to Jessica."

"Who's Jessica?" I asked her again, still perplexed by the name.

But Circe raised her head, and opened her mouth, extending her fangs as far as they would go. With a deep, guttural hiss, she flung her head down and sank her fangs deep into my neck, piercing the skin as they penetrated my jugular vein.

I cried out from the sharp pain, and I felt the blood flowing from my neck while I heard Circe gulping it down with relish. Small moans escaped her and I was reminded that vampires took great sexual pleasure in feeding. All at once, a blast of euphoria flooded my mind and my body shivered as waves of pleasure rolled through it, like an orgasm, only much stronger. I moaned as Circe fed on me, happy to provide her sustenance.

My mind was clouded, and the room seemed to spin around me. Circe was gulping down massive amounts of my blood, fogging my head even more. The pleasure rolled through me, making me squirm and quiver with delight. I felt weaker and sleepy though, like on an early day. I felt a strange warm feeling in my neck, as if something had been squirted into it instead of taken out.

I ran my hands through Circe's silky white hair as her head moved on my neck, sucking my blood. I felt lethargic and sleepy, like I wanted to close my eyes for a very long time. My vision seemed to tunnel, blurring around the edges. My mind swam with euphoria, as if I was high on something. I smiled, thinking of what had just happened. I'd become my own dream, a pretty young girl. And I'd been with the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes one. Beauty incarnate and so sweet and cute as well. Circe was such an incredible girl; I didn't know how I would ever thank her for what she had given me.

My eyes rolled back in my head, as my vision fogged. Everything seemed to be so far away. The silky, soft head of my vampire goddess moved under my hands. One final soft sigh escaped my lips.

I love you, Circe.

I didn't know if I had said it out loud, or not. My eyes rolled up in my head and the world went dark as Circe sucked out the last of my blood. I seemed to fall through the floor, sinking downward and away in a haze of delirium.

And then I was dead.

When my eyes opened up again, I was in total darkness. I couldn't quite remember where I was or how I'd gotten there. I tried to remember and then it all came flooding back to me: Circe, my goddess, and my new extra ultra cute body. I wondered it that could have all been a dream? Could it all have possibly been real?

A quick check of my anatomy with my hands revealed that it had been true. I squealed in delight, remembering the adorable body that was now all mine. I was still naked, and I could feel my new long hair around my shoulders, along with a slight pain where Circe had bitten me.

Circe, I wondered if she was still there. I started to sit up and banged my head painfully on something just above me. After moaning a little and letting the throbbing ache subside, I reached up and felt around me. I seemed to be encased in something: all around the silk mattress on which I lay I could feel what felt like wooden walls, capped by a lid. With a sudden start, I realized that I was inside a coffin.

For one horrible moment, I thought someone had buried me alive by mistake. Then, I remembered Circe feeding on me, taking so much of my blood. Could it be that she . . . ?

I reached into my mouth and quickly drew my finger back with a yelp as I felt a sharp pain. I could feel a trickle of blood run down it. I carefully ran my finger along my upper teeth and found it: Where my canine teeth should have been were two long razor sharp fangs.

Circe had turned me into a vampire.

I was one of them, a bloodsucker. One of the undead, a creature of the night.

How cool was that?

I let out a thrilled yelp and a giggle, and I reached up to pushed the lid of the coffin open so I could get out and start my new life as a Queen of the Night. I stopped as I reached up: I had no idea what time it was, what if the sun was up? I could fry myself into ashes if I got out and there was a window open or something. Very carefully, I pushed the coffin lid open and peered out. I saw nothing but darkness out side.

I pushed the lid wide open and sat up, looking around. The room was dark, but lit dully by a bulb in the ceiling. Outside the window, it was still night time. I didn't recognize the room, it was a different one then before, thought I got the impression that I was still in the same house.

And oh my god, the way the world looked now! It was like seeing the world in HD, every color and shape was clearly defined and seemed to leap out at me. I could see things clearly at distances I never had before. Sounds sounded more distinct and deeper, and my senses and feelings all felt augmented to an astonishing degree.

I glanced down at my finger nails. I could see the slight slit down the middle. After flexing my fingers various ways, the nails parted and my claws slipped out part way. They were about an inch long, curved, and black as my hair. I retracted them, after admiring them for a bit.

My coffin had been set in the middle of the room, flat on the floor. I swung my legs over the edge and climbed out, looking around me, unsure of what to do next. A voice from a shadowed corner behind me spoke up.

"So, the raven haired lazy girl is finally awake, huh?" Circe's musical voice chided as she stepped out of the darkness, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone take that long to wake up."

She was dressed again, which was unfortunate, I would have liked to have seen her naked with my new eyes. It was a different outfit now; a long form fitting black dress low cut down the front that showed copious amounts of her cleavage. Unlike many an actress or model who had stepped in front of an HD camera and suddenly didn't look very good, Circe looked even more beautiful in my highly defined vision. Her eerie features leapt out at me, causing my heart to pound in my chest. Vampires do have heartbeats; by the way, the rumor that we don't is just bunk. But our hearts beat slower, and softer.

"Circe!" I smiled at her happily.

"You're coming with me." Circe said, as if I wouldn't follow her anywhere, "You can't very well walk around naked, so put this on."

She tossed me a dress and some shoes, which I quickly slipped on. The dress was a tiny black number, a short mini skirt attached to a wrap around top that went around my back and over my shoulders and all three strands tied in the middle of my back. It was kind of a slutty dress, but I thought it was really cool. I blushed, happy that Circe would want to see me in something like this. I quickly slipped my feet into the high heeled shoes she had given me.

She hadn't given me any underwear. Oh, naughty!

"There's a car out front . . ." Circe began, and the frowned at me, "What the hell are you doing?"

I had spied another long mirror in the room, and was using it to check myself out in the dress. I couldn't actually see myself in it, it was just an ordinary mirror, but I could see how the dress fit over my body, despite the fact that it looked like it was floating on its own.

"I love this dress." I said excitedly, happy for the gift.

"Are you going to come quietly or do I have to get the cuffs out?" She asked me sternly.

Oh! Naughty!

"I'm coming." I said, following her out.

We walked down the stairs and towards the front door. I had watched and listened to girls talking about walking in high heels, I had seen how they moved in them and understood what was needed to walk in them, so I only took a little bit of tying to get the hang of the shoes as I followed Circe. We went out the front door and to a large black hearse parked in the driveway, the preferred mode of transport for vampires. I hadn't seen it when I came in, back in the boring ol' times when I was guy, so it must have arrived later, while I was in the coffin.

I watched Circe's pleasant wiggle as she walked. Her butt looked so cute swaying like that. I tired to do it myself, and found I quickly got the hang of swiveling my hips. It felt natural in this body.

A large man wearing a black chauffeur's outfit sat in the driver's seat, I couldn't really see his face. We got into the back, which had seats on either side installed. And Circe told the driver, whose name was Brutus, to start taking us where ever it was we were going. Without a word, Brutus started the car and we pulled out of the driveway.

I was so excited: Circe had given me a gift and now she was going to take me home and teach me everything I needed to know about being what I was. At least, I assumed that's what was going to happen. We drove in silence for a long time, and I was happy to just sit there, gazing adoringly at Circe in all her cuteness and beauty. It was after a while that I broke the silence, asking Circe for a vamp mirror so I could see my face.

It looked basically the same as when I'd seen it as a human, except for the deep red eyes, with cat like pupils, the pale almost white skin, and of course, the fangs. I retained all the beauty I'd had before, but now I just looked cooler, and more otherworldly. I giggled happily, looking at my reflection. I then asked it I could borrow some of Circe's make up. I had studied and learned all the techniques girls used, and I was pretty sure I could do it myself. Circe begrudgingly lent me her make up, and I went to work.

When I was done, even Circe seemed impressed, asking me if I'd ever worn it before.

We pulled up in front of a large grey imposing concrete building. Circe got out of the car and pulled me along with her. I recognized it as the local hunter's office, where vampire bounty hunters got their assignments. We climbed the steps with me hurriedly following Circe.

"What are we doing here?" I asked her, "Circe, are you a bounty hunter?"

"Let's just hurry this up so I can drop you off, send you on your way and get my paycheck." Circe said as she pushed the doors open.

"Send me on my way?" I asked her, astonished, "Circe, I don't want to go anywhere, I wanna stay with you."

We approached a large desk where a pretty vampire woman in a white and pink sweater and skirt set sat punching keys on a computer. She looked up and smiled when she saw us.

"Oh, hi, Circe." She said pleasantly, "What's up."

"Dropping off a vengeance bounty. Case number 76578-B" Circe replied.

It took me a second to realize, to my horror, that the bounty she was dropping off was me.

My heart almost dropped out of my chest, "There's no bounty on me. Circe, what's going on?"

Circe turned on me, "This is for what you did to Jessica Burton. A vengeance bounty paid for by her mother."

My blood, already cold as it was, since I was a vampire, turned to ice, "What?!? I told you, I don't know any Jessica. Please, Circe, I thought we were friends?"

"Don't lie to me!" Snapped Circe, "You seduced Jessica Burton, she was only fourteen, and ravaged her in an empty house, leaving her there when you were done. She committed suicide not long after, and you went on the run. You thought you could hide under an assumed name, but I tracked you down. That was the bounty: Turn you into a woman with a fourteen year old like body, turn you into a vampire so you couldn't ever grow up, and then send you to Drgamar Prison so you'd suffer like she did."

I wanted to vomit right there: Dragamar Prison, the vampire prison in Romania, the most feared of them all, the place where vampires dumped their worst nightmares. My legs felt like rubber and my face became much more pale then it had been before, as I realized my horrible fate. This was insane, there had to be some kind of mistake, I had never done anything like that, I would never hurt a girl in that manner.

"Circe, Please!" I cried, "I would never do anything like, you've got the wrong guy, er, girl."

"It's nothing personal." Circe said, "It's just business."

Tears were brimming in my eyes. Vampires don't have tears, so our bodies excrete excess blood through our tear ducts when we cry. Scarlet tears started to roll down my cheeks as my lips trembled. I wanted more then anything to awaken from this nightmare. How could Circe be so callous, how could she do this to me?

Damnit, I had let my feelings for a girl take me over again, Mom's love goggles had screwed me once more. It had all been there in front of me, but I had been so taken with Circe that I couldn't see it.

"Please, Circe, I'm begging you! Please, don't do this to me. You can't do this to me, I haven't done anything." I begged.

I was all set to throw myself down on my knees in front of her, when the receptionist spoke up.

"Uh, Circe." She said, "This bounty has been withdrawn."

"What?" Circe turned to her in surprise.

The receptionist looked at her screen, "According to our files, they found the body of the perpetrator at the bottom of a reservoir, hidden under some garbage. Looks like he'd been there a while. Circe, have you been forgetting to check you emails again?"

I breathed a long sigh of relief, grabbing some tissues off the desk and wiping away my bloody tears, and smile of reprieve on my face. It HAD been some kind of mistake. I was off the hook.

There was a long pause while Circe didn't seem to know what to say, and then finally she blurted out, "Wait, you're SURE the Jessica Burton bounty was withdrawn?"

"Quite sure." Said a voice behind us.

I turned to see a tall vampire male with long wavy white hair and a long distinguished face decorated with a goatee standing behind us. He was dressed extravagantly in a fancy suit and tie, carrying a black walking stick topped with a silver handle. His voice was deep and smooth, almost like a radio announcer's. Damn, this guy was cool. His badge on his breast identified him as a bounty official.

"H-Hello, Mr. Darkksied." Circe stammered, obviously intimidated by this man.

"It seems that Miss Burton's killer had committed suicide," He explained, "burdened as he was with the guilt of his actions. We sent out an email to that effect to all guild members, as well as an email explaining that our intel that he was hiding out under the name Ralph Lovecraft was false. Miss Deralith, have you been neglecting to read your emails again?"

Circe said nothing, just looked at the floor. I felt so sorry for her, this must be tremendously embarrassing.

He continued, "This has caused you some considerable problems before, hasn't it, Miss Deralith? I would suggest that you hurry up and hire a replacement secretary for the one you lost. This never used to happen when Miss Levine was still existing, did it?"

Circe shook her head, looking despondent and distraught. My heart went out to her. I noticed and expression of sadness wash across her face at the mention of this Miss Levine. They must have been really close.

Mr. Darkksied turned to me and his face hardened, "Oh dear, this wouldn't happen to be Mr. Lovecraft, would it?"

"It's Miss Lovecraft now." I said, brightening up a little at finding an excuse to use my new honorific.

"Oh, dear." He pursed his lips, "I'm afraid this is a rather colossal misunderstanding, and an unfortunately tragic result. I'm afraid, Mr, ah, Miss Lovecraft, that we do not posses the ability to return you to either a male, or a human form. Thanks to Miss Deralith's blunder, I'm afraid you are going to have to live out the rest of your existence as you are now."

I raised my hands, "Hey, no worries, you should have seen my old body."

"You will, of course, be generously compensated for your loss." Darkksied went on, "And any counseling you require to make this transition will be at your disposal. I deeply regret this unfortunate incident, and you have my sincerest apologies."

"Hey, thanks." I said, "I could use the money, I'm gonna need a whole new wardrobe."

He raised an eyebrow, "Well, it's agreeable to see that you are in good spirits. An agent will contact you with the details, and we will notify all your family and employer of the change. You are free to go, Miss Lovecraft. Miss Deralith, I want to see you in my office, NOW."

He turned and left, and Circe scampered after him, her head held low.

I stood in the reception area for a few minutes. I was free to go, I could leave now and go about getting my life back together. But I watched where Circe had gone. I shouldn't have cared, Circe had been about to send me into that hell in Romania. I probably should have walked out and let her get what she had coming to her. Instead, I walked over to where I saw some chairs set up, and took a seat. There, I waited for Circe.

She finally reappeared, after I had read three issues of Bloodsucker Monthly cover to cover and half of one issue of Vampire Ladies' Home Journal. She came walking rapidly out of Darkksied's office, wiping scarlet tears out of her eyes and crying miserably. Alarmed, I stood up and ran over to her.

"Circe," I said coming up next to her, "Are you alright? What happened?"

Circe turned to look at me, and her eyes opened wide with disbelief, "What the hell? Why are you still here?"

"I was worried about you." I answered honestly.

"Thanks but I can take care of myself." She said, heading for the doors.

I followed her quickly, looking over her in concern, "What happened?"

She laughed bitterly, wiping the bloody tears from her face, "I've been suspended for three weeks and my license reduced to a class D. And I'm on probation; if I screw up again . . . I'll have my license revoked."

I wanted to take her in my arms and hug her, I felt so bad for her, "Oh, Circe, I'm so sorry."

She shot me a funny look as she walked to her car, but I followed after her.

"Listen, if there's anything I can do . . . ?" I said to her.

"Stop being so nice to me." Circe exclaimed, "It's creepy."

She got into the back of the hearse and I quickly followed her in. I guess it was rude of me to barge into her car like that, but I couldn't help myself, I wanted so badly to be with her. Circe at first shot me an annoyed glace, but then relented and slumped back into her seat, starting to cry again.

"Take us home, Brutus." She said and the driver started the care and pulled out into the street.

I sat down right next to her, looking her over, wondering how I could help her, what I could do for her to help her get through this.

Circe looked up at me, "Why don't you hate me?"

I shook my head, "I don't hate you. I lo . . . like you."

I had almost said "love", but I checked myself. Maybe Circe wasn't ready to hear that right now. She seemed so much more fragile and vulnerable now. And I'd be lying if I said that didn't turn me on.

"You like me? I screwed up your life." Circe asked incredulously.

"You didn't screw it up." I said, risking putting an arm around her, "You just changed it. And I'm gonna need your help to get on with my new one. "

"The guild has counselors . . ." She began.

"I'd rather it be you." I interrupted, "After all, you transformed me in both ways. Besides, I can tell, deep inside, you're a good person."

"How could you possibly know that?" Circe asked, "You've only known me for three days."

"Three days?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"You were in your coffin for over sixty eight hours before you revived." She told me, "I've never seen anyone take that long to come back."

I shrugged, "I remember I kept having this dream that I was piloting the Zeta Gundam."

"I . . . have no idea what that is." Circe told me.

I widened my eyes in mock surprise, "You've never seen Mobile Suit Gundam? We're gonna have to fix that!"

Quietly, Circe nodded, "You're right, you're my responsibility."

"Anyways, I can help you." I told her, "Everyone says that you need a new assistant. I can do that, I used to be a personal assistant at a law firm and a receptionist. It paid dick, but I was really good at it. I can be that for you."

"You'd quit your job to be with me?" She asked, staring at me. It seemed hard to for her to understand how much I loved her. I guess not everyone feels things as deeply as I do.

"I sort of have to quit anyways." I explained, "The office isn't open after dark."

"One more thing I ruined for you." Circe said despondently, "Damn, we're even going to have to find a new name for you, I can't keep calling you 'Ralph'."

"You already did: Raven. Just call me that." I giggled happily.

"'Raven Lovecraft' . . . that's . . . actually pretty cool." She smiled weakly.

I pulled her a little closer to me, "Look, I think I understand why you don't have a secretary yet: I think Miss Levine was something a little bit more then an assistant to you, am I right?"

Circe nodded.

"It must have really hurt when she died, didn't it?" I asked sympathetically.

She bit her lip, anger crossing her face, "She didn't die; she was murdered. Staked by some self righteous prick who thought he was saving the world by destroying and unarmed and innocent woman on her way to her car."

Crimson tears welled up in her eyes and she put her head on my shoulder. I felt angry; no wonder the pain had been so raw for her. It had frequently made me mad at the rampant intolerance that vampires had endured for so long. Just one more prejudice in humanity's long sad history of racism. Ever since they'd come out into the open, church groups and religious fanatics had condemned them. And all they wanted to do was simply live out their lives. And drink blood, yeah, I know.

I pulled her closer, putting both arms around her, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

After I held her in my arms for a bit, loving how cute and fragile she looked as I hugged her, I kissed her once and then spoke.

"Look, I can't take the place of Miss Levine." I said, "But you need an assistant, and I'm qualified; I can get you all my credentials by tomorrow night. We can help each other, you teach me what I need to know about being a vampire, and I help you get your shit together."

Circe considered it for a while, and then said, "Okay, I guess I owe you a chance. But if you screw things up too much, I'm still firing your ass."

"That's fair." I said and hugged her, feeling her adorable body through her clothes.

To my delight, Circe hugged me back, "I don't think I deserve a friend like you."

"Sure you do." I chided her, tweaking her chin with my thumb.

I leaned over and kissed her again on the lips, and this time I felt her kiss me back. Our lips moved on each other as we kissed, deeply and sensually, our tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. My eyes were closed, and I lost my self in the tender lesbian passion of her kisses. I was dismayed when she broke the kiss.

"We need to stop; I want Brutus to watch the road, not us." She explained, breathing deeply a little bit.

I nodded: Yeah, that made sense.

It is a very rare thing, incidentally, for a vampire to live alone. In spite of the perception of us as lonely, solitary creatures endlessly wandering empty castles or graveyards while we skulk in the shadows; vampires are, in fact, social creatures. Except in very rare cases, vampires always live communally in what we call 'nests'. Effectively, these are like college dorms or sorority houses: One vampire owns a large piece of property, and others simply move in where there's space, helping out with rent, utilities, taxes, and the like.

Circe's place was pretty much the usual nest, a large mansion at the end of a cul-de-sac in a very posh ritzy neighborhood, surrounded by high growing trees and vine entangled fences. The mansion itself was a massive three story affair fronted by a huge fountain and wide courtyard. It was everything I could have hoped for: Dark, spooky, infinitely mysterious, the perfect home for a nest of blood drinkers. We got out the car and headed for the front as Brutus parked.

"How many other vampires live here?" I asked Circe.

"It changes," She answered, "Right now there's about ten, but sometimes there's as many as thirty. We call this Astrild Mansion, after the Norse goddess of love. It's an all girl community, lots of beautiful vampire women living here, I'm sure you'll like it."

"It's like a Playboy Mansion for vampires!" I exclaimed, excited.

"Pretty much. Actually, Playboy shot a couple photo shoots in here. Not of me, though, Hef thought I was to too small, even though Kendra wanted me to pose."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah, but someday I'll show you my Penthouse issue."

I nuzzled her neck, thrilled that she was finally talking to me like a friend, "Mmmm, sexy pin up queen."

She let me kiss her again, and then we walked into the front doors.

She explained to me that, for some reason, Liz the older vampire who owned the house insisted on no shoes on inside, and we had to take off our shoes and leave them in a Japanese style shoe cupboard on the side. As I took my shoes off, Circe stared at me.

"Wow, you kept your legs together, that's, very girly." She commented.

"Thanks." I replied.

"You know, I've seen plenty of guys go through this gender switch. They all have a hard time adjusting to it, except you. Why on earth are you so . . . feminine?"

I filled her in on all the details of my obsession, including my secret fantasies about being a girl, the first time I'd ever told anyone about that. I gave her my story, every last intimate detail, down to the last odd bit of my obsession with the fair sex, which was now my own. When I was done, she nodded agreeably.

"That explains a lot." She smiled. God, she had such a radiant smile.

She put an arm around my waist and led me though the foyer into a large old fashioned room with a grand ballroom style staircase on the far side. The room was done up in a spectacular marble with grey and green hues and fine wooden furnishings. We walked towards the stairs, which were carpeted in a luxurious, appropriately blood red covering. As we walked up the steps, two vampire women came down from the top.

I perked up and my pussy gushed a little: They were twins! I love twins!

They each had wavy intensely red hair that ran down their backs, like brilliant cascade of fire, surrounding their pale vampiric faces. Their faces were round, but their chins slightly pronounced. Slightly thick eyebrows adorned their blood red eyes. They were young, maybe twenty or twenty one when they'd been turned. Their bodies were simply gorgeous, large breasts, shapely hips and long slender legs. They walked down the stairs, swiveling their hips as they went. They were astonishingly beautiful and sexy.

Again I felt it a shame that neither I nor Circe would ever have bodies like that, but I still felt that we were just cute enough the way we were.

They were each dressed in identical lingerie, a black see through baby doll top that went down to the tops of their hips, black thong panties (also see through), and long black nylons. Neither one of them wore a bra, and their breasts and nipples were clearly visible under the baby doll. Their panties were a little see through as well, and I could make out a thin Mohawk of red pubic hair. As they walked down the steps, they smiled as they saw us. Their eyes glittered with an unrestrained sexuality, as if they were stripping us both naked just be looking at us.

"Why, hello, Circe." Both of them said in unison.

"Good evening, girls." Circe waved.

One of them asked, "And who might your new friend be?"

Circe moved her arm to my shoulders, caressing me, "This is my new turn, Raven. She's three days risen. She's my new friend and possibly my new secretary. In any event, she's going be nesting with us for now."

My heart did another pitter patter: This was the second time Circe had referred to me as a friend. I was so happy to be liked by such a dreamy little creature of the night. It was all I could do not squeal with glee.

Circe introduced the twins to me, pointing out which one was which, "Raven, these are the Nightshade twins: Zoe and Chloe."

I'd be damned if I could tell them apart. The both moved closer after a naughty glance at each other.

Zoe said, "Well, good evening, Raven. It's nice to make your acquaintance."

"How do you like being a vampire so far?" Chloe asked me with a mischievous smile.

"I love it!" I answered immediately.

They both smiled at that, and looked at each other with a bit of amusement. Then they approached me on either side. I jumped a little as they ran their hands over my shoulders. I felt a tingle of excitement as they both moved close to me on either side, the heat from their bodies reaching my skin.

"Welcome to Astrild Mansion," Chloe said, "You'll fit right in."

"She's pretty." Zoe said to her sister, "I bet she tastes good."

In unison, they both kissed me on each cheek. Zoe then turned my head to her and kissed my lips, briefly, but lovingly. With a gentle caress of her hand, Chloe turned my head to her and gave me a kiss on the lips as well.

"You've got a beautiful neck." Chloe purred.

Tilting my head back, they both moved down and extended their fangs. Starting at the base, they lightly and slowly drew the tips on one fang up my neck, teasing my neck with it without breaking the skin. I shivered with excitement, the sensualness of the act making me tingle all over pleasantly. As they did that, they each caressed my breasts, teasing my nipples hard. Zoe pulled the low neck of my dress aside and let one of my nipples out.

She teased it gently, making me moan a little as the sharp point of their teeth slowly traced the line of my neck.

They then moved back, disappointing me, as I could feel my neck yearning for the penetration of their fangs. I once heard a girl on TV claim that after you've been bitten once, you're a bite whore for life. Proud lifetime bite whore right here, baby.

They each kissed me on the lips one more time, and then, to my utter surprise, they kissed each other. Not some friendly, sisterly peck on the cheek or lips: Their lips met in an entirely sapphic, incestual lesbian kiss, complete with tongue action. The twins made out with each other for a little bit, as I watched in utter fascination. Twins sisters making out; so taboo but so totally hot.

They finished their kiss and winked at me.

"We'll have to play with you more sometime." Zoe cooed and then they both went down the stairs and off somewhere else. That was totally disappointing, I'd hoped for a big lesbo orgy on the stairs, but I guess it wasn't to be.

Circe smiled at me, "I think they like you."

We continued up the stairs to the second floor and followed the huge opulent hallway down past several doors. I looked around me, fascinated by all the décor, and workmanship. They didn't build mansions like this anymore.

"This mansion is so huge!" I exclaimed, "I love it!"

"It's great isn't it?" Circe agreed, "I love this place. There are a lot of old mansions like this where I come from, so it kind of reminds me of home."

"Where are you from?" I asked her, eager to learn all I could about Circe.

"Wales." She answered.

"Oh, I love the ocean." I replied.

I don't know why she rolled her eyes at me.

"So it's all girls living here?" I asked her, excited at the prospect.

"More or less," Circe commented, "Except for some of the help, like Brutus. But no male vampires live here, this is a female only nest. But that's not to say we don't bring guys home every once in a while."

I made a face, "Ew, I won't be bringing any guys here."

Circe held up a finger, "Don't dismiss it out of hand. You have a different body, with different drives. You could very well be attracted to men now as well. Most vampires are bisexual anyways. If you open yourself up to it, you might find you enjoy it."

I thought about that: Could I really bring myself to have sex with a man and enjoy it? I was a woman now, so that didn't make me gay (actually, my infatuation with Circe probably did). I pondered it, a bit of curiosity rising in me.

Another hall, one more staircase, and a couple more turns later, and we arrived at Circe's room; her heart; where she lived and slept. It was almost a mansion all by itself: a wide huge two story room with all the trimmings. There was a fireplace on the lower side, where I also spotted a couple of desks and a long row of filing cabinets. It was a total mess, papers stacked randomly all over the place; I would really have my work cut out for me getting all this organized. There was also a small dining area and a full kitchen

A staircase on the right led up to the second floor where there was a small lounge area (and yet another fireplace) set up with several long black leather couches and a huge entertainment center, a couple of mammoth closets, and a sleeping area that contained a colossal coffin rather then a bed. The traditionally shaped coffin was gigantic, extra long and wide, and was obviously constructed with a vampire in mind rather then an actual corpse.

I followed my white skinned goddess up the steps to the second floor, as she gave me a general layout of the place, and what my responsibilities would be. She quickly started a fire in upstairs hearth and then turned to me. She was standing in front of a long vamp mirror, giving me a great view of both her front and back.

"There are plenty of vacant rooms in the mansion," She explained, "You can pick which ever one you want. There's spare coffins downstairs, I can have someone bring one up for you."

"I'd rather stay with you." I pouted.

"Uh, well, that's fine with me, sure." She said.

"Yay!" I cheered and clapped my hands.

Circe's shoulders slumped, "Damn, Raven, why do you like me so much? After everything I've done to you, everything I've put you through. Why are you still so . . . taken with me?"

I shrugged, "I just am."

"And that's enough for you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's all I need."

"Come on, Raven, how can you be so blindly devoted to me? You've known me for three days, I've screwed up everything I've touched, and you're still looking at me with those huge pretty eyes like I'm the Hope diamond."

"You think my eyes are pretty? Thank you."

"Oh for . . . come on, Raven. Can't you just hate me a little bit?

I smiled a little, "You're a good person, Circe. I know it."

"What makes you so sure?" She asked.

"Well," I said thinking, "I noticed you used you fingers first before putting the dildo up my butt. And there was lube on it, wasn't there?"

"Umm, yeah . . ."

"If you were really so set on a vengeance mission, you would have just raped me with it, and let me scream in pain. But you went out of your way to make it easy."

"I . . . I don't know why, I just didn't want to hurt you that much. Still, you have to resent me for what I did to you. There has to be some part of you that hates me for taking your manhood and your humanity."

I looked at her for a second, and then I came closer to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. I smiled, looking her right in those lovely red eyes, and then turned her around so she was facing the mirror.

"Who could ever hate that?" I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind, "Look at yourself, Circe. You're the most beautiful creature that ever walked the Earth. And you always will be. You'll never fade or grow old. You'll stay a vision of loveliness till the end of time. It's my profound honor to have you call me your friend."

I noticed that Circe blushed a little bit at my compliments. I kissed her on the cheek and then gently nuzzled her neck. He heard her emit a little breath as I kissed down on her neck, running my lips up and down. I opened my mouth and let one of my fangs trace the line of her jugular vein. Her breathing had gotten heavy; I could tell she was excited. I raised my head and brushed my cheek against hers, and then I turned her head and kissed her sensuously on the lips, feeling her tongue meet mine between us.

"I want you so bad." I whispered in her ear, "I want you to be my little lesbian vampire lover."

We kissed again, and I added, "Don't you like me?"

There was a pause, and then she smiled, "Elders help me, I do like you. It's crazy, but I do."

She kissed me and I let my hands drift down to her breasts. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, given wings by the fact that Circe really did like me. As we made out, I gently massaged her boobs, slipping my hands under her dress and feeling them directly. I teased the nipples hard, my hand feeling the exquisite softness of her B-cup breasts. Sure, they weren't as big as the ones the Nightshade twins had, but as far as I was concerned, I had the best pair of breasts in the world right hear in my hands.

I gently spread her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her chest rose and fell in deep breaths. She stared at herself in the mirror while and squeezed her beautiful boobs and kissed her neck and shoulders.

"Oh, Raven." She moaned softly, "You touch me so good."

I pushed her dress down by her hips, and then slid it down, letting it fall to the floor. Circe stepped out of it and kicked it aside, now clad only in her panties. She turned to me and pressed close to my body, kissing my lips tenderly. I wrapped my arms around her as I felt her undo the tie in the back of my dress. It came undone easily and Circe stepped back, allowing the top part of my dress to fall to my waist, stripping me topless. She looked down at my exposed breasts with their excited, hard nipples and smiled; a slight blush of arousal on her cheeks.

We kissed again, and then Circe put her hands on my waist and shoved the dress down over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. Like she had done, I stepped out of it, and kicked it aside. Since Circe had never given me any underwear (I think I flashed my pussy at that receptionist back at the Hunter's Office Sharon Stone style a couple of times) I was now completely naked in front of her.

Her sparkling red eyes took in every inch of my nudity. And why shouldn't she enjoy it? This was all her work. Touching her hands, I brought her to me and we kissed once more, her perfect lips expertly moving against mine.

Breaking the kiss, Circe said, "You'd like to take my panties off, wouldn't you, Raven?"

"Mmmmm." I nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

Circe turned around and leaned over the back of the couch, putting her hands on the top. She looked over at me over her shoulder, a wicked, impish smile on her face.

"Go a head." She purred, "Take them off. Strip me naked."

You don't argue with a woman like this when she asks you to strip her naked.

My hands shaking a little from excitement, I got down on my knees behind her and hooked my fingers into the side of her underwear. Very slowly, I pulled her panties down, lowering them over her hips, exposing her creamy white butt, heart shaped and perfect, as I slid them down. They reached the floor and she stepped out of them. Looking up, I could see her pussy there, between her legs, moist and inviting.

I stood up, and Circe turned around, facing me, exposing her nude body to me. I could see her juicily perfect little vagina, its fluids flowing freely from excitement.

"You're wet." I commented slyly.

"You made me that way." Circe replied, coyly.

Circe took me around the couch to the front and sat down. She lay back, spreading her legs, her red eyes twinkling at me, her smile revealing her stark white fangs, which she licked with her tongue.

My body shivering with desire all over, and energized by the fact that this time I had done the seducing, I crawled over Circe and kissed her lips playfully before turning around and facing the other way, getting into a sixty nine position. I lay my body down on hers and reached down between her spread legs, her beautiful slit there for me to see and play with. I leaned down and spread her lips, licking the organ with my tongue and teasing her clit.

I shuddered with glee as I felt her do the same, spreading my pussy lips wide and shoving her tongue deep into me, causing shivers of pleasure to roll over my body. She licked my pussy and sucked on my clit, making me squirm with delight, my mouth pressed against her cunt. She fingered my lips and then slipped them in, teasing my asshole a little with her thumb.

I tried to give as good as I got, licking and sucking at her, hearing her delighted moans filled my heart with joy. Our lesbian pussy eating was driving us both into dizzying heights of ecstasy. My fingers pushed into Circe's pussy, moving in and out as I sucked on her swollen clit. I moved them rapidly, enjoying the feeling of her jerking and undulating under me as I did. Naughtily, I teased her asshole a little with my finger.

"Mmmm," Circe moaned, "You can finger me in there if you want."

"You're sure that's okay?" I asked her.

"Of course." She cooed.

I yelped as I suddenly felt two of her fingers press into my butt and shove deep inside my ass. My body shivered and I moaned loudly, my pussy trembling as Circe gleefully anally violated me. I bit my lip, groaning.

Into her ass went my fingers, and I sucked hard on her clit. We were panting and moaning with lust, our naked bodies pressing against each other. Fingers moved, tongues licked, and we brought ourselves further and further into delirious realms of lesbian love and lust. Her pussy tasted better to me then any I had ever had before, which wasn't admittedly a lot, but I'm sure her moist, juicy pretty little slit would have impressed John Holmes.

After a time, Circe stopped me. She got out from under me and rolled me over on my back, spreading my legs. I eagerly spread for her, letting her have access to all my naughty bits, for whatever she wanted to do. She crawled on top of me, and took on of my hands in her own, pressing it against her vagina. I started to obediently rub it, running my fingers over the soft tissues on her pussy. I felt her fingers touch and rub mine, and I arched my back as she stimulated me, sighing ecstatically. We masturbated each other like that, our lips kissing and tonguing one another.

She leaned her head down and kissed and nuzzled my neck. My heart leapt as I felt her fangs extend and gently trace the line of my neck. My pulse raced and felt a yearning quiver of anticipation. Still rubbing my slit, she sank her fangs into my neck, causing my blood to rush out into her mouth.

I cried out with a sharp stinging pain which was quickly replaced by a swimming euphoria. I writhed in delight under her as the she fed from me, feeling a rushing wave of pleasure flow all through my body. I moaned loudly, my fangs extending as far as they would go. I thrust my head down, sinking my fangs into Circe's neck, rubbing her pussy rapidly as I did.

Her sweet, exquisite blood flowed out of the holes my fangs made in her neck. It rushed into my mouth, her sweet nectar, spilling down my throat in a flash. My body jerked and spasmed as an incredible feeling of pleasure erupted in my body. I had heard girls talk about multiple orgasms before, and this was similar, but much more intense.

I came first between my legs, the conventional way, but it was much stronger then it had been before, causing me to shudder and writhe in delight. Then waves pleasure and euphoria were flowing all over me from both directions, radiating out from my pussy and out from where Circe's teeth penetrated my neck. We writhed against each other, consumed by our passion and our pleasure, feelings that nor normal human could ever hope to feel. What a gift I had been given.

We ceased our feeding, but the orgasms still came, making us convulse and shudder, crying out with joy. We kissed each other with bloody lips, sliding our tongues into each other's mouths and tasting our mixed blood with relish. When the cumming finally stopped, we lay in each other's arms for a long time, not moving, just feeling each other.

Eventually, we got up and cleaned off. I looked at Circe lovingly, what a perfectly wonderful woman she was. I smiled, giddy and happy just by being around her.

Circe looked at the huge coffin shaped grandfather clock in the corner (the kind of thing no vampire should be without), "It's going to be dawn soon. My coffins big enough for two, but would you like me to have one brought up?"

I shook my head, "I'd rather sleep with you."

She smiled and kissed me, "I thought you'd say that."

We walked over to the oversized coffin, and suddenly Circe stopped and turned around to look at me.

"I know you think I don't need to do this," She began, "But once again, I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I'm so sorry that I took your old life from you."

"It's okay, really." I assured her, "I'm much happier this way. You made me so beautiful."

Circe sighed, I noticed crimson tears starting to form in her eyes, "I only did that so that the inmates in prison would gang rape you. Do you understand? I almost did a really horrible thing to you, something you didn't deserve."

And then, to my total shock, Circe got down on her knees in front of me, and bowed her head low, "I beg your forgiveness. Please forgive me."

She sniffed a little as she cried a bit. I looked down at her, stunned. I guess I could understand: Based around something as simple as not reading your emails, Circe had almost really destroyed someone's life. I mean, imagine if it had been someone else? Someone who didn't fall madly in love with her at first sight and who didn't have a secret desire to be a vampire girl? What if she'd really sent the wrong guy into that horrid prison? She almost really made a terrible, life ruining mistake.

But it seemed like something else was wrong, something else was tugging at her eternal heart. I had an idea what it was.

I bent down and kissed her lightly, "I forgive you."

Tears flowed again, and suddenly, Circe grabbed me and hugged me, sobbing uncontrollably, "I . . . use to have Libby do all my emails for me. When she was killed I thought of her every time I used the computer. I was afraid to open the files or turn on the computer. I'd think of her every time. I . . . oh . . . I miss Libby so much."

She buried her face in my chest and sobbed miserably. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, soothing her, letting her cry. We lay there, naked in each other's arms while Circe purged her emotions. I held her lovingly in my arms, I wanted so much to take away all this pain, to cleanse her of this misery, but all I could do was comfort her, and let her express it.

After she finally stopped crying, I said, "I can't replace Libby, and I won't try. But I'll stay by you, and I'll try to right by you. Okay?"

She kissed me, "What did I do to deserve someone like you?"

I smiled warmly, kissing her back, "You gave me my heart's desire. I. . . I love you, Circe."

Omigosh! I'd gone and said it!

She put her head on my chest, "I . . . I know."

"You don't have to say it back." I nuzzled her neck.

"I'm not ready to." She said quietly, "I'm just not . . . I like you, I like being with you, and I really like making love to you, but I'm just not ready to say that again. Vampires are creatures who live by our hearts; we can hold a single emotion for centuries. The pain is just too raw."

"I'll be here when its not." I whispered.

"Thank you, Raven."

Not bothering to put on any clothes, which was just fine with me, we both crawled into Circe's coffin and lay down. She reached up and pulled the lid down over it, and soon we were in complete and totally darkness. The dark seemed to comfort me, enveloping me in its velvet embrace, like an intimate, concerned lover. I felt safe in the shaddows, especially here with Circe.

I will never forget the fist time I met Circe. Never, ever, for as long as I live. I lay my head down on her chest, snuggling up to her as her breathing deepened. We lay there, drifting off quietly to sleep as the sun rose to wake up all the sun dwellers to go about their daily grind, never knowing the pleasures of the night and the sensuous kiss of the vampire's fangs.

I would never go looking for a cure for my vampirism. I would never try to have myself turned back into a man. I would stay with Circe, for as long as she'd have me, and be her helper, and her protector, and her little lesbian lover.

I was right where I wanted to be.

I love you, Circe. And I always will.