Glutton - Vampiric Lullaby

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Glutton - Vampiric Lullaby (Mf,Ff,MFF,cons,oral,anal,inc,drugs,viol)
by Dark Genesis

Comments and questions to: dante_dd@hotmail.com

Disclaimer:
This story is for people over 18 years old. If you're not old enough, or you feel like this story might offend you, stop reading.

Cast:
Mandy Moore, Britney Spears, Jamie-Lynn Spears, Lalaine, Michelle Rodriguez

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-December 25th-

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As the snowstorm intensified in the old town of Glutton, the vampires roaming the streets started pulling back to their lairs. Even though their resistance to cold had grown tremendously after being sired, it was still very unpleasant, especially because the temperature of their skin pretty much depended on the climate while being outside, and heat in the room while being indoors. Only the werewolves had enough coating to walk the streets of Glutton on Christmas day. Just a couple of blocks away from the infamous vampire brothel laid a graveyard, the only one in town. The number of graves in the soil was equal to the amount of current residents in town. Bodies eviscerated to pieces by the disgusting offspring of man and wolf, followed with pruned bloodless corpses, juice boxes of the Nosferatu.

An old stone door opened, a passage leading down to a crypt, one of the oldest ones in the burial ground. The stale stench of corpses rushed up from the bowels of the family grave, along with a dark figure protected from the snow by a thick black cloak. A mask forged of pure silver covered his face, a long scar on his cheek, vicious eyes burning with the taste for fresh blood, and sharp fangs thirsting for a young innocent neck to devour and quench his need. Closing the door behind him, the vampire headed toward the loud and steady thumping-noise, where the abominations of God loved to spend their nights in.

The cold white light of the street lamps turned into warm red flames as the Nosferatu shook the flakes of snow off his cloak and entered the whorehouse. Renovated from an old restaurant, the nameless brothel had three stages where bands played lively music in the day, three poles, added just recently, formed a circle around the bar in the middle. The biggest stage across the room from the entrance was still mostly for musical artists, although the things happening there during the night weren't considered very moral in human terms. For vampires it was nothing but natural. The two other stages were meant for more than one person; usually two girls would get up on the stage and perform things unthinkable to the average person in the human world, pure acts of lust for everyone to see. The poles were for women with the most beautiful bodies in the world from petite girls with the tiniest asses and modest breasts, to the curviest fleshy bottoms and ample cleavage, all for the viewers' enjoyment. If anyone would like a personal… dance lesson, there were plenty of small rooms just a few feet away from the main hall. The girls on the job were so talented that they could strip even the most dangerous vampire hunters off their stakes. And above the main hall in the 2nd floor, laid the private rooms; all fitted with different kinds of guilty pleasures, from classrooms and chapels to dungeons and torture chambers. This place was a hellspawn's haven.

"Grimm! You oughta come and take a look at this!" The Scottish Nosferatu named Will was ogling at the tender meat in front of him, the girl making her introduction with her bare chest.

The masked vampire took off his cloak and sat down to observe the exceptionally young pole dancer. "Since when have they started hiring schoolgirls as dancers around here?"

"Dunno, but I'm very grateful!" Will wooed as the 13 year-old blonde girl kept dancing. Her round tender butt shone right through her flowered white cotton panties, moving to the slow beat, licking her lips and pinching her tiny nipples.

"So, what brings you above the ground today, eh? I know your fascination for these mortal girls they've been hiring, but I don't think that's enough to catch your attention." Will prodded into Grimm's late absence.

"Something caught my attention, alright. What's with the raped cat?" He pointed at the singing blonde on the main stage, doing almost as good job as the pole dancers, but didn't exactly sound like a nightingale.

"Oh, ye. She came along in the same ship with these new girls. Granted, her voice sounds like a busted chainsaw, but she sure can wiggle that arse! Yee-haw!"

Suddenly, the poledancer kicked the black-bearded Scotsman in the head and stormed off the pole looking very angry, heading to the backroom. It took a while for William to regain his composure, but when he finally got off the floor, he started barking. "What the hey? She can't do that!"

"Sit down, you twerp! She'll be replaced." Grimm wasn't embarrassed about the blabbering of the drunken vampire. He was just frustrated with the fact that once a new girl showed up on the pole, he'd be all wine and roses again. Well, in a fiendish way, of course.

"No-one steps off the pole when I'm watching! Damned harlot!"

"Whatever…" Grimm got up and left Will to his own devices. Luckily the spot of young Jamie-Lynn was quickly replaced with a slightly older Philippine beauty, getting the Scot's attention from blondes to black-haired ones.

The noisy sounds the 'singer' was making weren't the only reason Grimm had awoken for. Some kind of danger for all vampires in Glutton was approaching, and he wanted to know what it was. And if someone in town knew what was going on with the battlefront, it was the Empress.

The masked vampire sat down at the bar and ordered a cup of blood. Since it was served at the bar, it wasn't very fresh, but it was kept in ice, so the aroma was still there. Grimm detached the mask from his face and set it on the counter.

"Is Mandy available?" He murmured to the barkeep, trying to keep his voice down.

"Who wants to know?" Asked the Italian youngster in suspicion. The guy talked like a rookie gangster, who knows why.

"… Red bunny rabbit." Grimm didn't exactly enjoy using stupid code words just to talk to someone, but safety measures didn't hurt the Empress of Glutton.

The barkeep nodded and winked the obese man near the main stage to them. "Bobo, take this guy to the Royal Package."

The fat man wearing a loose leather jacket and jogging pants guided him to one of the lapdance-rooms and set himself in front of the doorway. The vampire held his cloak and mask on his arm, and stared into the mirror opposite to the chair in the room. He waited until his reflection finally appeared, and disappeared when he stepped through it. The Royal Package was the entrance to the royal chamber, where the Empress was safe from attacks by the werewolves and the hand of law from the inferior humans.

The mirror led to a chamber below the church, the last place anyone would look for a vampire overlord. It wasn't that far from the brothel, only a couple of blocks, just next to the clock tower where the manual entrance was located. Nowadays it was blocked with a hardwood floor and barrels of old wine. The demesne itself had a large carpet fitted from corner to corner, decorated with the shapes of the Empress' past, and how she became the ruler of all vampires. From her siring, her first bite, the uprising, the defeat of the old Emperor, to her crowning where dozens of virgins were sacrificed in her glory. The fireplace was burning with fresh logs from the forest, and incense on the side, smelling like roses with drops of warm blood on them. But the real sight in the room was neither one; it was the statue of Kali, fitted into the wall, known to less people as the Goddess of vampires. And finally below the statue's ample bosoms, an oval mirror framed with gold, beautiful shapes of dying princesses, and one more shape of their kindred creature - the bat.

"She giveth life, and taketh it away." The radiant Empress with goldenbrown hair down to her shoulders referred to the power of her deity. As she applied the dark red lipstick on her lips, she gazed at the reflection of her fellow Nosferatu on the unholy mirror. Mandy turned around in her revealing blue-scaled dress, which only left her very private parts to the imagination.

"Business, or personal?" She asked with high hopes.

"Personal business, this isn't the time to start toying around." Grimm answered in disappointment, for his ruler was taking the grave danger lightly.

"Bah, always business… why can't we talk about personal for once? We used to, remember?" She was trying to lure him off the subject, at which she was very good at, but Grimm was too experienced to fall for her tricks.

"Not since you were crowned. Now, can we talk about this new Sentinel?"

The Empress sighed and gently slid down onto the carpet, right in front of the fireplace. "Petty business, darling. Whoever it is it'll be taken care of. Come, sit down with me." She patted on a spot on the rug in front of her.

Grimm knew better not to argue with Mandy about such a triviality, so he sat down beside his mistress. The flames reflected on her glistening skin, and the devious smile on her face left no question to what she was up to.

"Don't you itch for it again? All those lonely days and nights in the graveyard all by yourself." She carefully slid her hand across the carpet toward him.

"I'm fine with it. It's a funny thing with age, you don't crave for things like you used to. You're still young, for you it might be very important. But I gave up unnecessary lust some time ago."

Grimm's eyes didn't wander on Mandy's body like they used to. In a year, he had grown old. Even though he looked like 20-something, the truth was more near 200-something.

"Even so… stay here with me for a few nights? If you don't want to, then at least indulge your Empress." Her wish was his command, but the she did hope she wouldn't have to order him to stay.

"As you wish, Empress…" Grimm obeyed, but he didn't want to admit that he really wanted to. The vampire seductress took what she could get, but only with him.

"Nermal!" She called out her faithful servant, and the skinny hunchbacked man appeared from somewhere in the darkness.

"What is your wish, mistress?" The ugly toothless abomination giggled in delight.

"Go through the portal and tell Bobo I won't be needing a guard until Grimm leaves. And find out about this new Sentinel, I want to know who it is." She clearly avoided looking at the foul creature that was jumping in joy for the assignment.

"Kjeh, kjeh! Right away, mistress!" The thing jumped through the mirror portal. Mandy's high being quickly lowered as Nermal disappeared from the room.

"There… all alone now." Her true sweetness came to full blossom, but Grimm knew the truth. Behind that innocent smile was a far more ferocious beast than he ever was.

***

Meanwhile in a nearby gun store an unlikely person to visit the old town was conducting business.

"So, you wanna buy a pistol with at least 15-round clip, several magazines, all fitted with silver bullets?" Nathan, the middle-aged southerner checked with the pale brunette woman, who nodded to confirm.

"'Ey, uh… I hope you don't mind me askin'." The man hesitated as the woman turned her emerald green eyes to him. "You fellas going to ally with 'em bloodsuckers now? Ya know, to take out this new Sentinel." The stern look on his face wasn't that confident, he knew he was looking in the eyes of a werewolf-mother.

"Nathan, you know better than that. We don't ally with anyone else but family. Not nowadays, anyway." The calm tone of her voice relaxed the man a little.

"Hmm… yes, of course." He gathered the equipment requested on the counter. "Right, a Glock 17 should do nicely. And four clips to go with it." He packed them all in a piece of cloth, handing it over to the brunette.

"Thanks. Put it on my tab." She headed out, pulling a hood over her head.

"Ah, yes. Oh, wait a sec, what was that last name again?"

"Perkins." She quickly reminded Nathan on her way out.

"Gotcha…" Nate put up the sum into a well-organized tab-book.

Before the door had time to close, someone stuck a leg in and stepped inside. His brown trench coat was covered in snow and he rudely stepped up to the counter to shake off the snow. "Nathan… how's the gun business?"

"Ah, the usual. People come, people buy, and people go. How's the detective business, Mr. Peterson?"

"People die, people disappear, and I get paid. Right now, I'm looking for a werewolf female, very dangerous. Seen any?" The fat old man behind the gray moustache questioned the shopkeeper.

"Nope, haven't seen any. I always tend to shoot any of those fiends when they come around here, yeah?" Nathan's appreciation for the law wasn't high, since they got their guns from somewhere else.

"She hasn't turned yet. But come full moon tomorrow, she will. Are you sure you haven't seen any? Short brown hair, real curvy body. Escaped the asylum on Christmas Eve. Anything familiar?" The detective knew Nate was hiding something, he always was.

"Yeah, familiar alright. I had a shitty Christmas Eve too, and I gotta work this shit-hole through the holidays. You gonna buy somethin'?"

Peterson laughed dirtily under his breath, but didn't quit. "Okay. I'll let you go with that. But there's something else, too. They say there's a new Sentinel coming. I don't know the details, but I hear its got all the vamps and dogs scared shitless. And if it scares them shitless, we oughta be shitless too. You hear me, redneck?" Nate wasn't intimidated by his scares, but he still didn't quit.

"No-one knows where this piece of shit will come from. Hell, we don't even know what it is; it could be a vamp, a wolf, it could even be Mighty-fucking-Mouse! We want you to watch your ass, and if this hellspawn comes in here looking for guns, you call me, got it?" Peterson almost foamed out of his mouth as he lectured Nathan. Apparently he was finished.

"Fine, I'll call ye. Now, get the hell out of my store! Yer scarin' off my customers!"

Peterson gave him one more look before heading out, but on his way he murmured something.

"What customers?"

***

Down at the docks of the city, a construction site was running with full manpower. Cranes and bulldozers worked by the fanged images of afterlife growled in the night, trying to accomplish the day's work before the sun would come up. The digging was finally done; the structure itself had begun to form on the deep hole in the ground. If the schedule didn't suffer any setbacks, the new tower of the Empress would be ready for the New Year. The project leader, a vibrant vampire recruit, Michelle, was in charge of completing the magnificent piece of architecture.

"Okay, so we have all the material we need in the warehouses?" She asked her fellow co-worker, a Russian engineer who however wasn't cursed with afterlife yet.

"Da! That is correct. All we need now is a few nights to work on it and your Empress will get herself an impenetrable fortress to sleep safely in."

"Dr. Petroski, you've been a valuable help in building this haven, you'll be rewarded equivalently when this is over." Michelle smiled at him knowing that the doctor was longing for the coldness of the night to embrace him.

As a former psychiatrist he was very interested in the transformation of his mind from a semi-sensible man to a creature that craves blood.

"Thank you very much, mistress. I will do my best to continue." He kissed her hand as the seductress dressed in tight leather pants and jacket started walking toward the pier, leaving the engineer to work on the site. Just as she stopped her cell phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"How's the construction coming?"

"Right on schedule, no delays so far."

"And what about the doctor? Is he comfortable with his decision?"

"Yeah, all the way. He's more than happy to join our little community."

"Good. Listen, Grimm came around again, we're going to the opera house as soon as the sun sets today. I'd like you to accompany us, just to make sure there's no surprises."

"Sure thing, shall I bring a date, or dinner?"

"Bring a date, we'll be eating somewhere else."

"Okay, I'll see ya tonight."

A small cargo ship appeared behind the snow just as Michelle ended her phone call. She expected it to pass and continue up the river, but instead it docked in front of her. The old rusty-looking vessel didn't look like it could carry a box of feathers. But nevertheless, the crew immediately started carrying small wooden boxes on the pier. The name painted on the side was faded, but you could make out 'Claire'. Michelle approached the pile of cargo and grabbed the manifest on top of it. There were 26 entries, all the same content - sea salt. She had a smell closer to a box, and it indeed was salt. The manifest read the sender, Carlos Constantin, and receiver, Miguel Desanto. What caught Michelle's attention was the latter name.

Miguel Desanto, also known as 'The Saint', was an infamous vampire that had been living in Glutton for years. After creating chaos amongst the people of Spain, his own nation, he had come to retire his pointless killing in this cursed place. The nickname he had earned from the Catholic priests he had murdered - all 526. It was kind of his niche for a while; he would step into the confessional booth, confess every wrong deed he did toward God, and then add the priest in question to the end of the list. The salt was suspicious, but it wasn't illegal to bring it, either.

After unloading the ship, the men started carrying the boxes to a warehouse nearby, otherwise empty, just the boxes of salt taking up room in the huge space. Michelle returned to the site where all the main pillars were up.

"That's enough for today, people. The sun will be up in an hour, lets hustle!"

The swarm of vampires spread out around the city to their lairs, the cold wind not giving them any mercy.

***

Back at the brothel the vampires had started to clear out as well. Just a few random bloodsuckers were watching the last pole dancer, a 17 year-old raven-haired girl. She rubbed herself on the pole and swung around it, her hairy bush not losing contact to the metal as she made the 180. She pulled her hips back from the pole and while gyrating her bubble-butt in the air she lowered it down to the eyesight of the viewers. They could all see behind those soft fleshy buttocks, the puckered hole that was eager for some attention. And then the music stopped.

"Alright, you lowlifes! Go on outta here!" The bartender informed them that the place was closing. The vamps just muttered something as they left the brothel, and Lalaine jumped off the pole.

The backroom only had a couple of people left too, including Jamie-Lynn and her sister.

"Man, my hips are killing!" The Philippine moaned as she walked to her mirror bare-naked.

"Well, at least you don't have to sing for six hours straight and do the same shit at the same time." Britney countered while putting her clothes back on, her young sister watching her and spreading some shaving foam between her legs.

The big sister glanced at her and commented on it. "You can do that in the evening, sweetie. You don't have to shave now."

"It itches if I don't. Besides, I got a few comments that they were shining through." She grabbed the razor and started driving it through the mass.

Every time she felt the pressure of the razor against her cunny, she got off on it, but didn't admit it to anyone. If the stool she sat on wasn't a bit messed up with the foam already, it would be wet from the excitement of Jamie's little pussy.

"You know, there's gotta be better ways to make money in this town. I came here for some time off, not for guys to jerk off on me." Lalaine continued the rant as she pulled her violet lace g-string way up to her ass. "I hear Hilary's actually a student at the university here. It's so unfair that she doesn't have to work on the side!"

"She's probably sponsored by mommy and daddy on top of her money, and I gotta wait for this stupid law-suit thing to pull over so I can use mine. This sucks!"

As Lalaine and Britney complained about the situation, little Jamie-Lynn was in heaven. She was slipping her middle finger inside her tight snatch every time she moved the razor down for a sweep. She was taking her time with it, too. Dancing the whole night for guys with big bulges in their pants was enough to make her horny. At the end of each day she would come up with an excuse to fondle around her love canal. She sat on the stool with her left leg on the make-up table in front of the mirror, even though she couldn't see her tiny finger sliding into her hot twat with ease, she could watch her own face blushing and the nipples on her small mounds tensing up as she approached the relief, all that tension gathering up through the entire day ready to burst out. But she didn't make a sound.

"Right, the sun is coming up, sis. Hurry up, I'll be waiting outside." Britney was all dressed up and ready to go. She and a couple other strippers left the room. The brothel would be locked up as soon as the first rays of sunlight came up behind the trees; Jamie had to finish. Luckily if she wanted to, she could get a hand.

"My, my, aren't we in a hurry today?" Lalaine smiled as she put her hands on Jamie's breasts, reaching her arms around the girl from behind.

"Yeah… come on, do it." The little diva asked for it with a whimpering child-like voice.

"Do what? Tell me… say it."

Lalaine's bare b-cups pressed against Jamie's fragile back, big puffy nipples rubbing against her as the 17 year-old kept sliding her hands lower and lower, but stopped on her tummy to wait for the answer. "Come on, now. Give me something to work with."

"Put your fingers inside me." She sighed and the hands ran down to her just shaven wet and tender pussy. The red swollen meat curtains throbbed as Lalaine sank her long fingers into the slippery velvet never defiled by a male organ. She hooked two fingers inside her and started to work her other hand on Jamie's clit. She squeezed the tiny piece of meat between her fingers making the blonde squirm, gently pulling the juicy body up with her hooked fingers inside little Miss Spears, her own delight was increasing with the thong rubbing against her own asshole.

"Do you like me fucking you, Jame?"

"Fuck yeah! Do it to me hard!" The little girl screamed as her cunny started convulsing around Lalaine's fingers.

The older girl closed Jamie in a rough embrace from behind, violently ripping into her body from inside and outside. "Ugh! I'm coming! I'm coming so-fucking-hard!" The 13 year-old let out a cry with tears of joy running down her cheeks, her entire body tensing up around the two fingers still rubbing her insides with force. The tension broke up releasing a shower of sweet-tasting liquid on the olive-skinned hands.

The embrace lasted for several minutes and Jamie was almost paralyzed by the powerful orgasm that had rocked her body to a climax. Lalaine had her fun. She broke the hug and stuck her fingers that just came out of Jamie's twat into her mouth, getting the aroma of heat and passion once again. The little blonde was the cat that ate the canary, looking like the best moment of her life.

"The place is getting locked up, we should go." Lalaine returned to reality and started putting her clothes on, but little Jamie was still in high heavens.

***

"God! Where is that girl?" Britney shivered while waiting for her little sister outside.

She could see the light rising behind the trees in the east, but the sun was no match for the freezing wind that went through her camouflage pants. "She always does this and I let her. Ridiculous…"

"Lock the door on your way out!" The Italian bartender shouted from the hallway as Jamie and Lalaine walked out.

"You should learn to be on time, I'm freezing my butt off here!" The big sister bitched at the little girl who jumped in front of her over the frozen puddle. "Sorry, sis."

Lalaine made sure the door was locked and tied a scarf around her neck. "All locked up, Mario!" She banged on the wooden door.

"Get outta here, then!" She got a muffled response.

"Okay, we're gonna go decorate the tree. Say goodbye, honey."

"Bye!" Jamie waved to her secret lover.

"Bye, Jame! See ya tomorrow."

The Spears sisters walked down the street after a long night. Lalaine had no intention to go home yet. She was gonna say 'hi' to an old friend.

Britney had rented a place near the tv-station, so the reception wouldn't be screwed up by the weather. After being accused of tax evasion her accounts had been frozen, so the place they were living in wasn't very royal, two rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

"I wonder if Santa stopped by our place?" The older sister smiled teasingly.

"Oh, come on. I've gotten sooo over that whole present-thing."

"You didn't get anything for me? Aren't we supposed to look out for each other?"

"I didn't say that. It just seems pretty trivial with, like, just the two of us."

"You're the one who wanted to come with me, you could have stayed with mom and dad in Louisiana."

"Nah, I'd rather spend Christmas with you." Jamie-Lynn smiled back at her sister as they approached their new home for the holidays. Although the tenement block looked very scruffy from the outside with boarded-up windows, trash flying in the wind, they had managed to make their 3rd floor apartment look very Christmas-like.

While they rode the elevator up to their floor, they heard quick steps in the staircase around them. Someone was going down in a hurry. A big surprise for both of them, a package neatly packed in Christmas-wrapping awaited them in front of the door.

"Is this for me, Jame?" Britney looked surprised.

"I don't know. Is it for me?" Jamie asked in confusion.
Both weren't sure whether the other one was fooling around. The only real answer was in the present laying in the cold hallway. They both walked up to it and pondered about the situation. Brit picked it up, feeling it was light and roughly the size of a book. The card, though, said 'Miss Jamie-Lynn Spears'.

"Hmm… it's for you. It doesn't say from who, though." She handed the present to Jamie.

The young blonde could tell by now that big sis wasn't kidding. But presents were always welcome. The Christmas tree lay beside the window, the only one not boarded shut, with a box of decorations on the chair next to it. The spruce wasn't much taller than Britney but it was strong enough to hold a few decorations. Jamie set the present on the living room table.

"Let's decorate first, then I'll get your present." The younger sibling suggested, agreed by the older one. In a dark and desolate place like this, innocent joy was hard to find. But with the radiance of the sisters it was impossible for them not to enjoy themselves. The only mystery that shadowed the back of their heads was the blue-wrapped package.

***

Lalaine stood by a dorm room door. The habitat belonged to one of her old friends - Hilary Duff. The two hadn't seen each other in ages, and the surprise on her face when she opened the door was an amazed one.

"… Oh my God, Lalaine?" She looked kind of a mess, but the reunion was still happy.

"Hi! I thought I'd stop by to wish happy holidays." The Philippine smiled as the two embraced in the doorway continuing the show of affection inside the room. Hil did look like she hadn't slept for days. She clearly didn't have any make-up on and her hair wasn't shimmering as usual. Her clothes were just thrown on the bed, and there were books all over the floor.

"Wow, you're a little piggy, aren't you?" Lalaine laughed at the disorder.

"Yeah, well… I've been having a few problems." Hil's smile faded with the memories of the tragedy. Hilary's friend turned towards her. The blonde was clearly depressed.

"Tell me, what's up?" They both sat on the bed where blonde singer started telling her story.

"My astronomy professor who I was assisting at the observatory… he was killed a couple of days ago."

"Whoa! Brutal! Do you know why?"

"No, the police are looking into it. And… it's not that he was just killed, the way it was done…" Hil paused as her friends listened closely. "It's like something wanted to hurt him. Not just kill, but to make a statement."

"A psychotic? Actually, back up a second. You said 'something', what do you mean by that?"

"They say it was… that it was, uh…" A word like that was hard to say seriously, at least for her. "A werewolf."

Expecting the 'crazy'-look, she stared in Lalaine's eyes that didn't seem a bit surprised.

"I said it was a werewolf." Hil repeated, making sure she understood.

"… Bummer." Lalaine nodded. "Why would they kill a university professor though?"

Hilary couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even after living in Glutton for several months she never believed the stories about the monsters that walk the streets in the dark. And Lalaine knew? And most weirdly - she was OK with it?

"You knew that there are werewolves and vampires down here?" The blonde asked with an agitated voice.

"Oh, come on. Glutton is, like, the vampire and werewolf capital of America. You've never heard about how this place has been run by them forever?"

"Well, yeah. But I didn't believe it, I thought it was a ghost story."

"In a sense it is, but it's very real. Listen, you gotta let that kind of things go. It's not your fault that those things attacked your professor. It's Christmas! We should do something fun!"

"I don't know…" The blonde wasn't as grieving, but still had doubts.

"Hil, don't be a grouch! You gonna leave me all alone on Christmas?"

"No, of course not." She lit up a bit and was able to smile again.

"Good! Now, I'm gonna get some sleep. Be ready at midnight, we're going out and dressing slutty!" Lalaine got excited and jumped up from the bed.

"Uh, okay." Hil replied, still a little drowsy. The black-haired girl gave her a smile as a thanks and left to prepare.

"… Get some sleep?"

***

At the Spears-household, the 6-foot tree was decorated with strings in silver and gold, small paper-elves and mini-candy canes. Two presents lay under the tree waiting for the receivers to gather enough courage to open them up. The first one to grab her present was Jamie-Lynn, followed quickly by her sister, Britney. Little Jamie opened up the small box revealing a surprising gift for a girl who worked at a vampire brothel. She caught her breath as she lifted the beautifully decorated silver necklace out of the package - a crucifix. "Oh my God! It's beautiful." Jamie whimpered and her sister smiled, glad to have picked the right one.

"Here, I'll help you with that." The big sister said crawling behind her to attach it. The little sister held up her hair as the necklace was placed on her, the shape of Christ on the cross landing on her white sweater, right on her chest.

"Okay, you can't wear it to work, but it'll protect you everywhere else. In the name of Jesus Christ, you are now blessed…"

Jamie let her hair down, covering the chain with straight blonde radiant hair. The wraps were already off Britney's present, the white box covering a purple nightgown, decorated with black lace on the sides and fragments of zirconium completing the shape of a heart in the middle. The opposite gift, really, but big sis couldn't be happier. "Gorgeous. Thank you so much." They ended their personal gift opening with a long hug. Only one remained.

"You wanna open the mystery-box?"

Jamie took up Brit's suggestion and grabbed the present. The thin wrapping came off easily, revealing a cardboard box that swung open by itself. A dried rose in full bloom lay on a piece of paper, its red color faded only a bit. It did have a mild odor to it though. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was hard to make out. Their attention was soon directed to the paper with a few lines of text.

"Smooth skin, warmth underneath,
from glowing hair, I can feel the heat.
Secret feelings, I know what thy really art,
hopefully you will resolve, the puzzle of my heart."

The first thought that popped into Jamie's head was that it must've been from Lalaine. Would she get this romantic on Christmas? Britney however was very worried about the poem. She had seen her share of stalker-letters, and this one seemed very serious.

"Any idea who it's from?" Big sis asked with some worry in her voice.

Jamie smelled the rose and held it close to her heart. "Yeah, I think I know."

***

North of the park, a tall tower rose into the cloudy sky as the highest building in Glutton. The strong stone structure was the city's first clock tower taken out of service by the biggest storm it had ever seen a hundred years ago; the mechanism had frozen up and broken down, forcing the construction of the new clock tower next to the church in the old town. But this sturdy building was no longer owned by city hall - the owner for several years had been Miguel Desanto, the Spanish butcher of Catholic priests. It was now the dwelling for him and his criminal guard, all sired after they had committed horrible deeds to men - a squad of perfect vampires; mass-murderers, pyromaniacs, deranged cannibals, and rapists. You'd think this is a weird place for a Catholic 17 year-old girl to hang out but Lalaine was under the protection of the Saint, and therefore was not to be harmed. The Philippine stepped into the main hall closing the door behind her. All the psychotics were asleep except for the master of the house. The clear sound of a piano being played came from the top. Lalaine made her way up the stairs built against the walls while listening to the calm melodies of 'Fur Elise', played by the fingers of a madman, a vicious bloodsucker with a heart of stone.

Reaching the top floor, walls covered in black curtains, the girl walked toward her benefactor at the grand piano. A king-size bed with giant pillows was placed against the wall and wooden coffin at the other end, the sleeping quarters of Desanto and his protégé.

"Masterpiece… a genius work of art forgotten in the noise of futuristic mush." The raspy voice of the vampire calmly let out as he received a kiss on top of his head.

"Shouldn't you be asleep? The sun is way up." She asked while taking off her jacket.

"That retched blob in the sky doesn't order me. I only obey the word of Kali, my Goddess eternal… come here." The Spanish accent called out to the girl who obeyed without hesitance. Desanto's skinny hands parted from the keys as he spun around on the stool.

He grabbed Lalaine's right hand gently and pulled it closer to his face. He took a deep sniff of her warming fingers, sensing the past encounter with the young pole dancer.

"Rejuvenation… the smell of innocence, undefiled beauty. The smell of south." He looked deep into the girl's hazel-brown eyes, almost seeing the event himself on her smiling face.

"Just a little fun, Miguel. Nothing serious." She pulled her hand back and sat on the bed, taking off her pants.

"It's been a long time since I've smelled virtue like this. Even you cannot give me such a feeling any longer." The Saint stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Sired at 31, the vampire had seen and felt hundreds of girls in his human life. The long scar on his neck reminded him of the first mortal girl he tried to have after being cursed in afterlife. He could still feel the broken wine bottle driving against his Adam's apple and the sweet satisfaction of breaking the woman's neck. He hid all that behind his moustache and the everlasting sadness in his eyes, his madness cloaked by his grief. He stared at the womanly form laying seductively on the bed, perky breasts and dark nipples waiting to be touched, soft plump tummy anticipating the feel of his firm abs on it and the temple of sin itself just about severed by the strip of violet lace. Lust, the only emotion any creature couldn't resist crept up between the two. The thought of their bodies clashing in a slow dance of passion was approaching the minds of the lovers, but the voice of Desanto's ruler echoed in his head. The burst of passion had to wait.

"You're right, my dear Lalaine. My Goddess wishes me to rest. This encounter will be left for another time." The Saint opened his coffin, leaving the girl somewhat disappointed, but she was a bit tired too. Lalaine fell asleep as the coffin closed, heaters beneath the floor ensuring a warm safe slumber.

***

Several hours later in another demesne underground, two vampires prepared for a night out. Darkness began to fall, forcing the sun behind the forest, letting vampires come out of their lairs once again to feed and spread horror.

"You know, you could get a suit, you don't have to make it that clear that you're a vampire, do you?" Mandy commented on Grimm's only outfit, the black pants, boots and cloak, not forgetting the silver mask. "Oh, and by the way; you're not putting that mask on for the opera."

The male vampire didn't understand the requirements of the modern world - in his time the vampires thought of eating, not dressing. The Empress walked up to him in her dress, white silk with a slit up to her hip, and a most generous view of her cleavage - from her collarbones to her navel, straps keeping the skin-licking piece of clothing on. "So? How does your mistress look?" She teasingly turned around, showing that the back slit was also very low. Grimm took a good look and nodded.

"Magnificent, your highness."

"Let's go, then. Michelle will meet us there."

Mandy threw her fur coat on and they both stopped through the mirror portal. The brothel had just opened and a few dancers were just coming in. Most mortal girls showed up only after midnight since they needed more rest than the unliving. The snowing outside was starting to fade a bit, but not for long. The next day would get more intense than this one, and no one would be able to walk the streets normally.

The opera house was also situated in northeast Glutton. The local crew created stories of events passed, or performed more popular ones on the request of any powerful person. These people mainly consisted of the mayor, chief of police, and the vampire Empress Mandy Moore. That night, on request, the cast was playing 'Valentino', a reminder to Grimm about the past. It was vaguely based on a girl who seduced the vampire Emperor's son, and used his anger to gain control of his land. It was true, the story of it. But Grimm didn't have any regrets; he didn't care who was in charge. Mandy had been great ruler, dragging the forgotten race from the gutter to take over their beloved city. She was a real hero, unlike the old Emperor.

Michelle and her date, Mario, the Italian bartender, was waiting outside the entrance flocking with well-dressed vampires. The Empress and his escort were given a clear path to the door.

"Hey, Michelle. I thought you'd bring Doc with you." Mandy teased, knowing she'd get the Puerto Rican worked up.

"You'd better stop that bullshit right now. You know that I let that freak show to build the tower. What's up, Grimm? Up from the grave I see."

"Yes. Mandy needs the protection, a lot more than usual."

"Get out! I thought you guys don't need protection after all that lambda!"

"I'm sure if Grimm would understand that comment, he'd have a comeback for you." Mandy laughed as Grimm listened, not really caring but still asking the question.

"Fine, what's the double meaning for protection?"

"Rubbers, man! Condoms!" Mario gave Grimm a friendly nudge on the shoulder.

"Right, right. I forget why we even talk about them, or what they are for too. Except for trying to help out premature ejaculators such as yourself." Mario froze on Grimm's comment, the ladies laughing on the side.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. We'll see about that tonight, right?" The Italian turned to his date, who gave him a disappointing shake of her head.

"All you're filling up tonight is my glass, got that?"

The company proceeded to the royal balcony with all the fixes - blood, liquor, cushioned chairs, and a full view from across the room. As opposed to Mandy's white dress, Michelle wore all black - pantyhose, a miniskirt, and a strapless top, with her hair pulled back on a ponytail like usual. They poured themselves drinks with some fresh plasma from the hospital and Jagermeister while waiting for the show to start.

"There was a shipment for Desanto in the harbor today." Michelle caught Mandy's attention and gulped down the drink. "26 boxes of sea salt on board a ship called St. Claire. I checked with the harbormaster, the delivery is legit."

"Nothing Desanto does is legitimate, he's up to something." The brunette ruler wasn't that worried, but it did sound like something was going on.

"Maybe I should check in with him to see if he's still laying low or not. I know him too well, I'd say those boxes contained something else beside salt." Grimm suggested as Mario poured his black-haired date another drink.

"That might be wise. We'll pay him a visit after the opera. Anything else going on at the docks?" The Empress agreed and had a taste from her glass, along with the Puerto Rican.

"Yeah, there's some people arriving in town again around midnight. I dispatched our tour guide to keep them out of trouble for tonight." She answered grinning at the stiff drink.

"Full moon is tomorrow, it might be best to send a few people for look-out around town. Grimm, I want you to gather some old friends to guard the brothel, Bobo will handle the security inside. Be prepared for anything, my gut tells me we're nearly screwed." The worry of their Empress was getting stronger, but once they would go see Miguel Desanto, one of their worries would be laid to rest.

The curtains opened and the show started.

***

The muffled sound of the wind blowing outside the tower of stone entered the top floor. Lalaine lay on the bed half-asleep and moaning at the dream she was having. The Saint rose out of his coffin and crawled onto the bed, observing his young mortal lover from her toes. As his rested hands touched the girl's legs they could sense the vibrant flow of blood in her veins, drawing his animal instinct out and letting the remaining human weaknesses go. His eyes turned yellow and fangs revealed themselves from his mouth. The urge to bite her grew while he slowly slid his body closer to the girl, hands caressing her olive-skin until he got his jaws between her legs.

The vampire swiftly ripped the panties off her and threw them onto the floor. His breath was running through the thick bush covering the moistening cavity of pleasure. Lalaine wasn't awake yet but her eyes opened wide when Desanto stuck his open mouth on the blushing skin. A sigh escaped her mouth and her hips thrust upward as the man rolled his tongue around her clit. She felt hands moving under her and grabbing her buttocks. So soft and curved perfectly around the tight deep butthole she so loved to touch. Desanto's fangs dug deep into her skin but didn't pierce it. He wanted to keep her blood pure, so he was careful about getting too excited. Applying strong suction on her throbbing clit, the man roughly squeezed the fat pieces of meat under the girl. He wanted to sink his hardening cock into both of her begging holes.

To finish off the poor helpless girl, he dipped his index finger inside her hairy twat and then sliding it against her skin for the short way down, he sank it deep into Lalaine's puckered hole. She grunted when the delightful feeling of his finger passing her sphincter ran through her body, pressure being applied to her cunt through the flexible rectum lubed by her own juice was driving the girl insane. Grabbing the sheets as the climax approached didn't help; she tore them to pieces in a second. She took a hold of her tits, but her long nails almost pushed through them. Finally she grabbed Miguel's head and started ramming it against her pussy, screaming out his name until her body gave in and collapsed.

The fluid flowing from her cunt was spread around by Desanto's tongue, from the very top of her pubic area to the star-like hole his finger just came out of. She lifted herself up with her elbows, looking at the vampire between her legs staring back at her with glowing eyes in the dark room.

"Miguel," She whimpered. "Fuck me!"

The mad vampire complied and took his pants off. Lalaine sat there with her legs open, fully lubed up and ready for him. Revealing his 6-inch cock, the girl was too exhausted to attack it, so the Saint used his recovered strength to savagely pull the girl to him, locking her legs and arms around him and uniting in a wet kiss. Their tongues wrapped around each other while Miguel was inserting his organ on the mouth of her cunt. Starting from the shiny tip, it slid itself to the slightly loose hole, inch-by-inch, whimper-by-whimper, until it was in full length.

Lalaine broke the kiss and looked into the eyes of the vampire passionately. Their faces got further and further from each other as she leaned back with her hands above her head. The rod inside her adjusted position along with her, rubbing against the walls of her wet cavity. Her breasts started wiggling as she started thrusting her hips back and forth. That dancer-trained body of hers was capable to make any man beg for mercy, even a dead one. The veiny cock was trying to resist the massage from her muscles but the heating walls and moist air made it submit to the treatment.

Soon her ass wasn't just moving back and forth but gyrating around the dick with intensity. Lalaine's face was turning red as she moved there with her eyes closed, lungs letting out air with groans with every circle she made. Miguel was biting his teeth together when he felt pre-cum flowing inside the dark-haired beauty, dancing on his body with his dick inside her. Desanto couldn't hold back his pleasure anymore either - his cries came out as growls and groans. Lalaine was enjoying every sound he made to the hilt. It was time to switch places. She suddenly fell back on the bed making Miguel roar in pain as he was leaned back as well. His hard member almost bent before he leaned forward, landing his head on her chest.

"That… was a naughty trick." He huffed as Lalaine held his head on her chest.

"What do we do with naughty girls?" She asked playfully, messaging him that it was his time to work.

Desanto slowly pulled his tender organ out of the girl's red snatch. She lay on her stomach as the vampire gathered his strength and positioned himself on top of her. With her legs as tight together she could get them, she grabbed the support pole at the end of the bed with both hands. The pussy-juiced butthole was waiting behind those fleshy buttocks, and Miguel wasted no time. Now it was time for them both to grin. Lalaine's sphincter forced almost all the blood back in the twitching dick, but as the four inches he got in lay comfortably in her slippery butt, they both moaned in a united feeling of perfect enjoyment.

Lalaine bit her lip as the shaft inside her bowel started to move, the pain was so sweet and agonizing at the same time. The vampire moved his hips back just two inches, and slowly pushed himself back into the wet hole of guilty pleasure. When the pain started setting in, the grin on Lalaine's face turned into a smile, and the groaning stopped to make room for her beautiful voice.
"Yes… yes! Oh my God, yes! Buttfuck me, Miguel! Harder!" It was hard for him not to obey, and the thought of pleasing them both forced him to pick up his pace.

The round buttocks he was slamming kept convulsing around his rock-hard prick going back and forth into the perfect ass on the bed. Soon with the maximum speed he could achieve, he could feel his body starting to tense up, ready to fill up the horny girl.

"Lalaine! I'm coming! In your ass!"

"I want your cum in me! Give it to me, please, I want it!"

They conversed frantically until a hot load of sperm shot out of Miguel's cock, jet after jet, filling the girl's asshole with semen. He let out a relieved breath and was about to pull out of his lover, but was stopped. "No, don't do that, please? Just lay here with me for a while."

The Saint slowly lowered himself onto the Catholic girl whose holy men he used to rip to pieces for fun. Times had changed, and he had changed. The girl he had taken in for more than sexual satisfaction, it was backlash for remorse. All innocence he had tainted through his centuries of roaming the face of the earth, it was going to haunt him forever. Unless he could save those poor unfortunate souls from the hellfire he had cast them into. Lalaine was his peace of mind to choke the screams of ghosts in his head. Kali didn't help him, his maniac-guard didn't either, but this 17 year-old girl did. The world was a strange place indeed.

***

Outside the opera house, shadows of furry creatures lurked toward the entrance. Long bent claws scratched the ice under the dog-like animals while they climbed the stairs up to the door.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Mandy whispered, getting a positive answer from Grimm. But Michelle and Mario didn't seem as taken, more like paralyzed with bored expressions on their faces and three empty liquor bottles in front of them. It didn't surprise the Empress; she knew that they would be bored to tears. Although she didn't want to admit it out loud, all jokes aside, she did need protection. Once the new tower would be complete, she'd be safe from the werewolves forever. And with that thought she sensed trouble in the lobby. Images of guards being torn apart flashed through her head, and Grimm noticed her reaction. "What's wrong?"

"Werewolves…" She said in a frightened tone of voice, getting Grimm to get up with Michelle while Mandy looked more worried. "In my opera house!"

Mario looked more afraid than his Empress. She turned to the vampire who attached the mask on his face. "It's one of the mothers and two regular ones. Kill them!"

"I'm on it…" Grimm left the balcony and headed for the lobby.

"Shit!" And Michelle followed, leaving her panicked date and the scared Empress to watch the show.

The two Nosferatus descended the stairs, one running on 200 years of experience, and the other one on two bottles of Jagermeister, both motivated to protect their ruler. Two bodies lay on the lobby floor, unrecognizable as the security. Near the bloody piles were two man-sized werewolves and one bigger one; long dirty brown fur growing from their muscular torso and limbs, five long claws on their paws, capable of shredding a hundred year-old oak into sawdust. Their heads turned to the personal guard of the vampire ruler. Their ears stuck up into the air, thin fur from their necks to their long snouts, razor-sharp teeth dripping with drool, and blood red eyes staring at the vamps.

"Is that the mother?" Asked Michelle before charging.

"Yeah."

The werewolf-mothers were like the regular ones with a few exceptions; they were twice as big, had long red stripes on their backs, sensed when one of their kindred was in danger, and most importantly they could morph into human and back at any given time. The mother slowly approached the two, its minions on each side. Grimm just stared at it confident of victory. The vampires pulled out their guns and all hell broke loose. The people in the audience listening to the opera didn't even hear the gunshots and the growling in the lobby. The agile vampires ran on the walls and jumped up and down trying to dodge the attacks of the werewolves, and every chance they had for a clean shot was used. First the regular werewolf went down, then the other one. The remaining mother was executed with three silver bullets to the head from the Glocks owned by the bloodsuckers standing on the lobby counter. Shells everywhere, blood trailing the corpses of the wolves on the ground.

As the personal guard jumped down from the counter, the cadavers started returning to their human form. This always happened when they died, one of the reasons it was so hard to prove their existence, in addition to caging problems. Two young men lay on the floor now, their bodies full of bullet holes. Next to them was the body of a girl, a brunette no more than 16 years old, her brow destroyed by three holes. Grimm recognized the body and walked up to it kneeling to close her eyes.

"Alexa… rest in peace." He ran his hand across her face, laying her tainted heart to sleep.

"You knew her well, huh?" Michelle inquired just as a few valets rushed in, starting to clean the mess.

"Yeah, I met her when Mandy was crowned. They weren't very happy with the slice they got."
The corpses were carried outside and disposed of.

A valet came up to the two. "Excuse me, could you move so we can get the carpets changed before the show's over? Thank you."

The vampires returned to the balcony, escorted by a cheerful voice. "Enjoy the rest of the show!"

Mandy was relieved when Grimm and Michelle returned from the lobby unharmed. Grimm confirmed the situation while taking his mask off. "Two regulars and one mother. All taken care of."

The Puerto Rican woman sat down and grabbed another liquor bottle and started draining it down her throat.

"Who was it?" The Empress was afraid to ask the question. Even though they were enemies now, the werewolf-mothers and she used to get along.

"It was Alexa. Emily's legs are cut off, we shouldn't worry about the wolves for now."

"Oh… do you think we should go and see them?"

"Not really, they might be pretty pissed off."

"Oh, okay."

The orchestra finished the last piece, and the opera ended in a standing ovation.

Stepping out of the building, half of the foursome was pretty drunk.

"Man, did you see how good they cleaned that place up? Not a drop, I tell ya! Not one." Michelle lisped, Mario laughing on the side.

"Guys, you go on ahead to the brothel, we'll manage on our own." Mandy smiled, giving the drunken couple the night off.

"Y---es ma'am! Onward, pigs!" The drunken girl yelled and started kicking Mario down the street toward the whorehouse.
Mandy pulled Grimm up against her. "Good work back there, soldier. Ready for some more action?"

"Actually, I have to talk to someone. Meet up at the casino when the clock strikes midnight."
He was about to leave, but Mandy grabbed him. "You gotta be kidding me! I was almost killed, and you want me to go by myself?"

"Listen, you'll be fine. The werewolves aren't gonna attack tonight anymore and I doubt you have anyone else to worry about right now. Trust me, meet at the casino." Grimm pulled himself out of Mandy's hold and started walking down the street, leaving his Empress only one choice; wait at the casino.

***

Grimm's destination was dangerous ground, but he wanted to make sure they weren't fighting three enemies at once. The Glutton police station was right next to the hospital, around the block from the docks. He didn't get stopped when he passed the reception desk, nor the desks of some investigators. All he got was puzzled and horrified looks from all the cops, except the one he came to see.

"Well I'll be damned! The prodigal-son returns." Detective Peterson let out a dirty laugh at the face he hadn't seen in years.

The vampire sat down in front of the well-organized desk. The ashtray next to Peterson's phone was filled with ash and stubs of cigars.

"Don't you ever empty that thing?"

"I do, every time I leave." Half a Cuban was smoking in his mouth as he pondered why the son of the late Emperor came to see him. "Unfortunately you and those overgrown poodles are drowning me in paperwork. And I assume you came here to give some more?"

"No, not really. I'm here to make sure that you understand the situation, detective. We might be enemies in the war, but for the next battle we need to work together."

"Just like your old man, always about deals and business. You're talking about the new player who's supposed to show up tomorrow, right?" Peterson bit his cigar and shuffled through some papers in front of him.

"I assume you have clues already?"

"Yeah, we got a couple." The gray-mustached cop pulled two papers from the pile and checked them individually. "Two suspicious actions in the harbor; a salt delivery for Mr. Desanto, I suppose you know more about that than I do, and some tourists arriving on a ship right about… now."

"I'm working on the salt boxes, and we have the tourist-situation under control too. Also, I'd like to warn you that tomorrow night will be a good night to work on those papers."

"Yeah, full moon. We've learned to stay out of it. Do you think there's any connection between this Sentinel and the werewolves?"

"Unlikely. There have been some cases where the Sentinel wasn't even aware that it was creating all this chaos around it. If it was a werewolf, there would be a lot of commotion in the northwest part of town, and the werewolf-mothers would easily sense its presence. Anyway, I'll be dispatching some old friends around town for a lookout. And one more thing…"

Peterson leaned in as Grimm gave the scoop. "There was an attack on the opera house just now. We capped a mother."

"You got the hell-bitch? The detective smirked in joy. "Goddammit! You suckers aren't so useless after all. I paid a visit to those banshees a couple of days ago. They seemed very cocky. Bah!" He coughed out some smoke and put the cigar out.

"Anyway, I just wanted to check which page you're on." Grimm got up from the chair, but had to listen to Peterson's last rant.

"Listen, kid… the last time we had a Sentinel down here was 20 years ago, you remember that? We had a bona fide WWIII going on over here. I'm counting on you guys to take care of this thing, no matter what it is."

"I know you are."

Grimm left the police station. Just as he stepped out of the door, he saw a group of women coming in from the docks. One of them gave him a long look back before a guide showed them forward. It was the tourist group, led by a Nosferatu to their hotel.

The fuss about a Sentinel arriving in town was worth the noise. No matter if it was human, vampire, or werewolf, it was set to destroy anyone, or anything to reach its goal. What it was after, nobody knew. It had always been killed with the co-operation of both the Nosferatu and the kindred of the wolf, but this time the two were in war themselves.

As the clock struck midnight and the day changed, all creatures in Glutton trembled, for this could be their last moment.

*************

-December 26th-

*************

The door to the top floor of the old clock tower violently opened, slamming the wood against the stone with a loud bang. Desanto and Lalaine startled and the 17 year-old quickly pulled the covers on her naked body. The Saint growled as the Empress he had tried to forget walked into the room with her trusty bodyguard Grimm. Not one of them looked very pleased, but nevertheless, Miguel calmly sat to the side of the bed and pulled his pants on.

"We're resorting to minors now, are we, Miguel?" Mandy recognized the dancer from her brothel.

"You're the one who pimps much younger girls to twisted vampires." Desanto replied and got up from the bed. Lalaine grabbed her clothes and started dressing while Grimm and Mandy approached the two.

"True, but all under consensual rules."

"We're not here to discuss your personal habits, Desanto. You recently got a shipment from Carlos Constantin. Sea salt, or that's what the manifest says. Somehow I can't see you ordering salt from Spain because you miss home. What's in those boxes?" Grimm enquired and took off his mask.

Lalaine was fully dressed and quickly headed down the stairs.

"None of your business, Grimm. Whether it's sea salt, or 26 boxes of blood, you have no right to meddle in my business." Desanto hissed at them.

"It makes it our business when we've received a warning that anything new in town can be considered life-threatening for all of us. You might have not heard about it because you've been cooped up inside this tower for years, but regardless of how well protected you are, the new Sentinel won't give a rat's ass about your lunatic-squad or your precious tower."

Desanto smiled and pulled on his black velvet shirt. "Ah, a new Sentinel. No wonder there's so much commotion down there."

"Then you understand our concern, right?" Grimm doubted the Saint's expression.

"Yes, I do. But you don't have to worry about the delivery, it has nothing to do with the arrival of our new friend."

"Then tell us, what's in those boxes?" Mandy wasn't giving up on the question.

Desanto walked to the piano and sat down starting to play the 'Moonlight Sonata'.

"The boxes that landed in the harbor yesterday… contain the remains of an old friend of mine. He was my accomplice back in the day. A criminal vampire lord, master of Madrid, unofficially, of course."

"Carlos…" Grimm guessed it right. "His henchmen did him one last favor, chopped him up into pieces and sent him here?"

"Yes. I received a letter a week ago. He was drowned in holy water and thrown into the sewers by the church. Poor bastard didn't know when to stop."

"But why you? Why go through all that trouble to send the corpse to you? It can't be resurrection. Any vampire hasn't been brought back, ever."

"Carlos is dead, and he'll stay that way. It has nothing to do with your problem. Satisfied?"

"As far as the boxes are concerned, yes. I've taken the liberty of dispatching some of your personal guards around town for a lookout. I'm sure you won't mind." Grimm said as he and Mandy prepared to leave, giving Desanto a confused expression. "What?"

"They might be lunatics, but they still obey their Empress."

Five goons of questionable state of mind were waiting outside for Mandy. Stepping out of the main door, neither character looked satisfied.

"Well, this has been an exceptionally shitty night. Any ideas?" The Empress wrapped herself up in the fur coat.

"I don't know. We should probably head back to the brothel. The moon is up." Grimm answered while they both glanced at the moon, only a nudge from waking the wolves.

"One more night…" The mistress sighed. "Let's hope everything is in place for an attack. Grimm? Send the madmen on their way."

The gang of nutcases lined up for ordering, all ready to wreak havoc on command.

"This is very simple; two of you will follow us to the brothel, Karl and Hyde will take care of that. Leré and Salvatore will patrol the park, and Drak will guard the harbor. Everyone got that?"

"You got it, boss." The skinny German replied and stood beside his Empress, along with his servant, the British butler.

"We will not fail you, master." The beautiful temptress and the ancient Spaniard headed south.

"Your wish is my command, sire!" The disgustingly deformed lump of skin, flesh, and bone moaned and started limping toward the docks.

"You know, that guy might be related to Nermal." Mandy pointed out as the gimp disappeared into the darkness.

"Let's get going. I'm getting a bad feeling. We're definitely being watched." Grimm looked around but wasn't able to locate the pair of gleaming eyes watching the escort that was heading to the old town.

Yellow eyes and pitch-black teeth hungered to attack, but it wasn't time. Not yet.

***

Lalaine hurried to Hilary's dormitory, knowing that she was about half an hour late. She was still fixing her hair when she knocked on the door, hurriedly checking her face from the pocket mirror. She thought to use Hil's makeup, since she didn't have time to grab hers because of the quick eviction. After a few minutes of standing in the corridor, suspicion started to set in. There was no one in sight, nor did she hear any noises anywhere outside her own breath. Soon her pulse started rising, heartbeat easily recognizable in the quiet. Hilary definitely wasn't there. The girl had one more look around, still finding no signs of life, and the decision to make a swift exit was easily agreeable. The shadow of death followed her way up to the door, but was left behind into the dormitories.

The Philippine calmly traveled the sidewalk, hearing loud yelling and music from the distance. It was coming from the park, a group of co-eds had gathered around the Christmas tree that was lit up like the night sky wrapped around it. The conservative look was kind of ruined by Iron Maiden and boozing kids hobbling around, trying to find more beer from the snow. Lalaine moved closer to the after-hours Christmas-party hoping to catch Hilary somewhere in the crowd. Unfortunately the surroundings were filled with teenage blonde girls and the tree wasn't enough to light up the entire park. Some guys were feeling up the passed-out girls on the bench, empty liquor bottles and beer cans forming a very uncomfortable place for a couple to make out.

Lalaine's blonde friend wasn't in sight but she did recognize two characters standing idly on the side.

"Hey, Paulette! What are you doing outside?" She asked the French tarantella, dressed in red lingerie and an open black trench coat.

"We were ordered to keep an eye out for the next two nights by that handsome masked vampire…" The redhead shivered in delight at the thought of some time alone with him. "But what are you doing outside, petite fille? It's a dangerous place to roam in the night."

"Trust me, the only danger I'm in is getting copped a feel." The girl laughed, receiving a lusty look back from the bloodsucking nympho.

Beside the woman stood the adamant royal guard, not moving an inch or even blinking. His ring mail armor was covered with obscure pieces of leather, making the bearded Spaniard look like a caveman.

"So, how's it hanging, Salvatore?"

"I do not hang, senorita, I stand in GUARD!" He replied with his undoubtedly bad English.

"Yep! That's what you do." Lalaine giggled and turned to look at the tree.

Not a minute later a drunk 17 year-old boy stumbled on the snow and ran into the crazed guard. Loud clinging noise came from his armor as he adjusted his pose, getting some attention.

"Dude, what are you wearing? A full-body chain or what?" The longhaired boy laughed, not realizing to what he was talking to.

"Senor, I suggest that you vacate the area, now!" Salvatore yelled trying to keep his temper down.

"No, man! That's some cool shit, where can I get one of these…" He started poking the badly sewed leather, setting off the aggravated vampire.

"Listen, you inane infant! You will get out of my sight before I rip your intestines to pieces and drink from your puny undernourished carcass!" He wildly threw punch against the kid's chest, sending him to a pile of snow 15 feet from Salvatore.

"Dude… that really hurts!" The boy coughed his last breath before his broken ribs that pierced his heart did their duty. Fortunately everyone was too drunk to notice that he was dead.

Lalaine continued the conversation like nothing happened. "Anyway, you haven't seen a certain girl around; straight blonde hair to the shoulders, 17, about 5'7, tiger-like green eyes, name's Hilary?"

"Hmm… no, I haven't. But I'll keep a lookout." Paulette replied and had a look around since her eyes were more used to the dark.

"Thanks. Call me up if you see her, okay? It's really important."

"Ooo, that important, eh?" The redhead smiled at the girl, thinking of various possibilities. "You have a new secret hump that Miguel doesn't know about, no?" She gave Lalaine a suggestive nudge.

"Nothing like that. She's just a little innocent for a town like this, and she might get hurt."

"Okey, whatever you say, ma chérie. Run along now, I'm getting a bit hungry,"

"Gotcha. Give me a ring if you see her, though. Bye!" Lalaine continued her search to the cast toward the casino.

"Now, we can have a snack, hmm?" The French vampire asked her friend, getting a nod as confirmation.

Paulette's seductive smile and Salvatore's stern look suddenly turned into their vampiric form, stopping a few youngsters in front of them.

"Whoa, dude - vampires! Cool!"

***

On the other side of town, the construction of the haven was ahead of schedule. One determined vampire walked toward the site, followed by a very frightened one.

"Michelle, baby! Stop before you get us in trouble!" Mario tried to keep up with the Puerto Rican woman.

"We're just checking if everything is right, then we can go back to the brothel for a quickie." She drained the last of her Jack Daniels and threw the bottle into the snow.

"A quickie? Oh, baby, that's great! But her highness told us to stay inside, not wander around town!"

They finally reached the site where an almost complete exterior of a nine-story tower stood, but the project manager was in a bit of trouble. "Help! Somebody!"

Michelle grinned amusedly at the sight. Dr. Petroski was being chased by the unspeakable abomination of a creature - Drak.

"See? I knew there was trouble." She continued her way down to the pole the Russian had climbed, followed by her anxiously nervous date.

"Flesh! Fresh flesh! I can smell you, mortal! I will eat you alive!" The hunchbacked skin bag laughed maniacally, amusing the construction crew to tears.

Petroski had locked himself on top of a lamppost, crying in terror at the monster that was after him. Blue eyes surrounded with puss, crooked fangs that looked painful even to their bearer, and gigantic fingers filled with scabs linked to the bony torso with stick-figure hands, covered in dirty cloth from the waist down.

"Okay, boys, the fun's over. Back to work!" Michelle yelled clapping her hands. Drak however seemed to be hell-bent on tasting some flesh.

"I want it! I want it! Swe---et muscle and sinew!" He kept jumping up and down at the bottom of the pole until Michelle managed to calm him down.

"Drak, chill out. Wouldn't you rather have dead flesh?"

The creature stopped to think with the last brain cell he had left and gave the woman a joyful look.

"Ye---s! Dead flesh! I want it! I need it… no! Must stay in guard. Kill intruders!"

He hopped away toward the entrance, humming to himself about a house of thousand corpses.

"When did they let him out of his cage? That's sick."

The doctor was still holding on, not sure whether it was safe for him to come down. His legs were twitching and his cheek was definitely frozen on the post.

"Come on down here, Doc. That's just ridiculous." Michelle called Petroski down, who slowly started sliding down the pole.

Then he finally got down to his feet, his right cheek was skinned to bleed.

"Now, I need a situation report."

"Y-yes, of course…" He was still a bit shaky after the ordeal. "The outer construction is complete, our work here is done."

"How about those silver bars, did they come on alright?"

"Da! Absolutely. Now quick! Transform me before that fiend comes back!"

"All in good time, Doc. All in good time."

They stood before the finished building that housed no windows and completely safe from werewolves. The straight steel plates covered the thick silver bars that no wolf would even try to break through.

"Good work, let's start heading back…" The woman wobbled around and tried to keep a straight path. "You too, doc!"

Petroski quickly followed the two vampires, still looking over his shoulder for the gimping nightmare.

So, the Empress' tower was finally done. The strong Nosferatu workers had done in a week what mortal laborers would accomplish in a month. Mandy would be most satisfied, and perhaps she would grant the doctor his wish… perhaps.

***

The Spears household was preparing to leave for work. Britney stepped out of the shower wearing a towel, and walked on Jamie sitting on the floor naked, reading the mysterious love note she had gotten in the present left in the doorway. The smile and blushing on her face revealed that she was more than pleased about the poem. "… The puzzle of my heart." Little Jamie sighed to herself, but was soon awoken from her dreamland by big sis. "Come on, girl! Let's shake that booty and get to work!"

The 13 year-old smiled at her sister and walked into the shower. Brit picked up the note from the floor and examined it closely. The handwriting seemed feminine, but who knew.

Jamie's emotional issues were terribly bothering the big sister. Working at a brothel at that age might've been confusing her a lot. Naked women, horny guys… horny vampires for one. Was she getting enough love in her personal life? Britney licked her lips at the thought. She had been toying around with it long enough. It was time for some sister-to-sister one-on-one. "Jame? I think I left my hairbrush in there…"

Britney stepped back into the shower dropping the towel on her way in. She walked onto her little sister washing her hair.

"Check the cupboard, maybe it's in there." Jamie advised while rinsing her hair of the shampoo.

Big sis didn't even bother to check, she just stared at the water cascading down the curvy backside in front of her. She approached the girl and gently wrapped her hands around her, feeling her soft warm tummy under her hands and the well-formed butt pushing against the hairy bush between her own legs.

"Jamie? We haven't had a friendly sister-sister talk in a while, right?"

The under aged girl was a bit surprised of her sister's approach. "Yeah…"

"We should have one…" Britney smiled and pulled Jame's body fully up against her. "… And maybe we should take it to a different level."

"What do you mean?" There was some uncertainty in the little girl's voice, but she did have a thought where it was going.

"I mean this…" Brit lowered herself down and started kissing Jamie's neck. The feeling of those soft lips nibbling her neck was intoxicating, warm water flowing down onto their bodies as the long-expected show of sisterly love came to reality.

Britney's hands slid down to the awaiting cavity between Jamie's young legs, and started exploring the tiny insides with circular motions.

"Deeper, Brit… deeper." She begged her sister to go further into her pussy, anticipating how good the climax would feel if mere soft rubbing would give such pleasure. The girl got what she wanted, Britney sank get index finger down to the knuckle inside her lil sis' throbbing cunt, making the ecstatic girl let out a rapid series of nasal moans.

"Let me do you, please?" Jame asked while trying to keep the loudest sounds in. She wanted it so bad that her heart couldn't take it much longer; she wanted it more than big sis.

"You will. I have a different kind of present in the other room. You're going to love it."

"What is it? Please tell me!"

"It's long… rubber… and it has two heads."

Jamie could imagine the feeling of fucking her sister high heavens with a double-headed, hearing the screams and feeling their squirting juices covering the bed. And if only Brit would share her passion… the anal fetish she had ever since riding a bike. The girl felt her wet cunny being stretched wide open, giving her a feeling of sweet pain that worked into her clit. Shaven cunt at the brink of being torn apart, preparing her for the long dildo that was waiting for her. Britney turned the shower off, turning her little sister around as well.

"You ready, Jame?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

The siblings walked hand in hand into the living room where the bed was anxiously waiting to get mauled. Jamie sat on it, still dripping water, while Britney opened up a drawer beside the bed and pulled it out.

The white double-headed dildo stood loosely in Britney's hand, 14 inches to bring two horny girls together in one act of insatiable lust. How could that huge thing fit into Jamie's 13 year-old snatch? The girl prepared herself and opened her legs wide and tried to spread her swollen lips as far apart as she could. The helpful older sister sat down on the bed across from Jamie's.

"This goes deep, sis. Really deep. Do you want it?"

"Fuck yeah! I want it deep and I want it hard!" She moaned hungrily, her face red from excitement and her little nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Britney smiled and brought the other end of the toy to her sister's moist meat-curtains, teasing them by slowly sliding up and down on them before the entry. As the head sunk in with a wet sucking sound, a silent 'ow' escaped the girl's mouth. Big sis knew how it felt to be penetrated by a thick object like that and she knew how good it felt all the way in. Another inch was forced in, leaving Jamie in a recovering feeling as the hard part was over. The dildo went deeper and deeper until it came to a stop after five inches.

"Oh my God!" Jame grabbed onto the pillows under her wet ass, trying not to move before her sister would get hers in.

"Okay. Try to stay still, I'm gonna put it in me…"

The little sister observed as the other end of the long dildo sank with ease into her older sibling's experienced pussy. Britney caught her breath as she was taking in the remaining nine inches, until their pussylips collided in a moist kiss.

Britney grinned a bit as she adjusted her position, landing her legs under Jamie's to get as close to her as possible. Finally it was all done, the dildo sunk deep unto both sisters' twats. Their hips slowly started moving up and down, the toy rubbing their wet cavities with warm gentle moves. The Spears sisters were both leaned forward cheek against cheek, speeding up their pelvic movement. The pain inside Jamie was now turning into a growing burst of pleasure as the walls of her cunt were starting to expand. All she needed now was one last thing…

Jamie moved her hands down to Britney's bucking ass and quickly slid her finger between the round buttocks, stopping at the puckered hole and rubbing it.

"Jame… what are you doing?" The blonde singer breathed out.

"Trust me… do the same thing."

Britney took the advice and placed her middle finger on her little sister's asshole. During their frantic humping, both sank their fingers into each other's buttholes, feeling their sphincters resisting the act, but unable to stop it. When fully in their rectums, they felt the dildo moving inside them on the other side, giving Jamie that one last piece of heaven she enjoyed so much, and opened up a whole new world for Britney to explore.

They violently shoved their bodies against each other with their fingers up their round juicy butts. The unmerciful panting and moaning they were emitting while fucking each other to death only made them go faster and faster. The session ended with a loud wet splat when their moist analwhore-buttocks clashed in a violent orgasm on both sides, sending their bodies to a tailspin. Pussyjuices oozed from their horny twats and the frantic pounding stopped. Both girls landed on their backs on the bed after their fingers parted from their butthole.

Britney laid there amazed that her innocent little sister had shown her a completely new way to satisfy her slutty needs, and Jamie smiled on the other end of the bed, happy to have shared a moment of sisterly love in the best way imaginable. Their hands united between their legs in an omnipotent explosion of emotion.

***

Glutton's only casino was running around the clock at the center of town. At any given time you could see people at their highest high at the roulette, and their lowest low at the blackjack table, losing all their winnings as the house collected the money. One-armed bandits bleeped behind the sounds of a local blues band, sometimes spitting out coins for the fortunate, and taking the last pennies from some unfortunate victim. This was a place that Lady Luck avoided like the plague.

Lalaine walked along the red carpet leading down to the center with slot machines, trying to find a trace of Hilary who was still missing. She wasn't answering her phone nor was she at her dorm. Big fans sucked up the smoke from cigars and pipes at the poker tables with sweaty old men trying to bluff their way to early retirement.

"Lalaine, is that you?" Another familiar voice behind her called out.

This one was human, though. The girl turned around to see a colleague of hers at the craps table, wearing a glimmering gold dress down to the ankles with a slit up to the knee. Long wavy hair reached down to her lowest ribs and the viewer's attention no less than briefly concentrated on the opening from her neck to her abdomen. The radiating face of Sarah Michelle Gellar stared at Lalaine, waiting for a response.

"Hey! This is weird, you're here, too?" The singer walked to the table.

"Thanks… I guess." Sarah laughed and kept shaking the dice in her hand. "Come on sixes!"

The cubes rolled on the green cloth and hit the opposing side, revealing the upsides of two and five. A fist hitting the side of the table followed a loud 'aww' from the crowd following the game.

"Dammit! I knew this was a scam. By the way, how did you get in here? Isn't there an age limit?"

"Nope, it's free for all. You been in town for long?"

"Nah, just a couple of hours. We've been filming a movie down in Newport and decided to come here for a change of scenery. Crappy boatride and snow up to your knees - what a way to spend Christmas, huh?"

" I guess." Lalaine took a look around just to check she wouldn't miss Hilary walking right past her.

"But you seem like you've been here a while longer. I wouldn't have the guts to walk into a casino underage." The blonde placed her bets and had another try at the roll.

This time the result was followed by an 'ooo' and Sarah collected her winnings with a wide smile.

"I knew I should have put more money on that one, but I don't care."

"Listen, you haven't seen Hilary Duff around here?"

"Hilary Duff? That girl's here too? There's a whole bunch here, then."

"Oh, okay. But you have my number, right? Call me if she turns up."

"I will do that. Doesn't she have a thing for dogs? She could be at the kennels near the psycho house."

"Hmm… she just might be. I'll try there."

Lalaine was kind of weary about going to the kennels at the northwest part of town. It was the heart of werewolves' turf, and full moon approaching was driving the animals restless. Yet, she had to go because Hilary would be in much more trouble than she would ever be in. If a werewolf would bite her, she'd have less than 24 hours left to live as a human. Lalaine picked up her pace and headed outside.

"Come on, snake eyes!"

"Aww…"

***

Karl and Hyde now heavily guarded the old town brothel, along with some volunteered vampires that were sharp enough to see if anything unusual was happening. The blizzard was getting rougher every minute, blurring any human vision down to zero-sight. Tall buildings blocked the wind somewhat but the storm was too strong to give any mercy to anyone who wasn't inside four walls. Despite the weather, dozens of bloodsuckers had gathered into the brothel to feed off the dancers with their eyes.

In front of the main stage where the regular performs hadn't yet showed up, sat the vampire Empress and her drunk celebrating guards, with them the fearful Dr. Petroski. All three vampires, Mandy, Grimm, and Michelle had emptied down several shots of tequila and a Bloody Virgin Mary.

"So, the interior decorators are working around the clock and we have ourselves a new place to booze at." Michelle declared, holding an empty glass until realizing its empty state.

However, Mario was there in a heartbeat to fill all their glasses with the finest mixture of vodka, virgin's blood, and a shard of bone.

"I'm gonna miss the strippers, though. It's not gonna be the same without them. Maybe we should get a personal harem? Vampires, not these humans that get tired of shaking their asses." Mandy thought out loud and visited the piece of collarbone between her lips, painting them blood red.

"You can do with it whatever you want. Once this situation blows over, I'll be heading back to the graveyard." Grimm murmured, obviously had enough to drink.

"Oh, come on, man! Who are you kidding? After a few days of lying in you coffin, you're gonna have to check what she's doing, if everything is alright, if she's getting laid…" The black-haired woman listed things with a smug grin on her face. "You can't get enough of Mandy. You'll be crawling back for more."

Grimm gave his mistress a look, receiving a seductive raise of eyebrows back.

"No pun intended…" Michelle added, draining down the filled glass.

"Excuse me, but I would like to know when I'll be initiated?" The Russian engineer inquired, still a bit shaky from the incident at the harbor.

Mandy interrupted the long look with Grimm and turned to Petroski. "You wanna get initiated? We'll get you initiated right now."

The brunette pointed out a certain lapdance room. "Right there, you see that? Go in there and we'll get you initiated." She sloppily took a sip of the drink, pouring some of it on her jaw by mistake. The doctor was filled with joy and preceded to get out of the table and into the room designated by his soon-to-be mistress.

"Hmm? I seemed to have a little too much…" Mandy felt the wet spot on her face. "Nermal!"
Again, the disgusting little creature appeared out of nowhere, spooking some of the dancers momentarily.

"What is you wish, mistress?"

"Nermal, as payment for your loyal and… unmatched servitude, I have a present for you."
The ghastly man swung his arms in joy and drooled on the floor with some filthy green liquid.

"There's a snack for you in that room over there." The Empress pointed at the room where Petroski was eagerly waiting, not aware of his cruel fate. "Go and eat it, all of it. No bone, no blood, and no organ going to waste."

"Kjeh, kjeh! Thank you, mistress! My soul worships you!" The freak cackled and made his way toward the room.

"Now, about this stain… would you, Michelle?"

"With pleasure…" The woman grinned and slid onto the table on her stomach. Her tongue slowly traveled up Mandy's chin and ended up on her upper lip. Grimm sat in silent satisfaction and watched the two as the lustful licking continued. Screams of horror and pain echoed from the fatal room of Dr. Petroski, ripping sounds of flesh and dripping blood composing the girl-on-girl session in the main hall. When the screams finally ended, Michelle's red tongue parted from Mandy's skin, both opening their eyes and sharing a sexual look while Laika's 'Red River' played in the background.

Mandy's concentration was thrown off when she felt a holy object in the room, her Goddess' blood enemy, blasphemy in the house of vampires. The passing symbol of Christian faith tore her tainted heart at the same moment that the Spears sisters arrived to work late. The stabbing stare of the vampire Empress followed the necklace that little Jamie-Lynn was wearing before she disappeared into the dressing room in the back.

"Is that a fucking crucifix?" She angrily snapped, turning several heads with her loud comment.

"You know, it sure smelled like one." Michelle lisped and stood up somewhat straight.

"What's wrong with that girl?" Mandy gulped down the drink and got up on her feet.

"She's an insolent human. What's wrong with the doorman?" Grimm stood up as well.

Jamie removed her gift-necklace and put it into the drawer under her mirror. She just got her jacket, sweater and pants off before seeing the door behind her opening and closing. The strong grip of the Puerto Rican vampire squeezed her neck only a second later, turning her around and forcing her to look into the yellow eyes of the woman, fangs that looked eager to penetrate her skin.

"No!" Britney tried to get between them, but was easily thrown against the wall by the cruelest of vampire rulers.

Mandy furiously ripped the drawer out of its place, landing Jamie's makeup and the necklace on the floor.

"This is a disgrace!" The brunette growled and the silver shape of Jesus broke into a dozen pieces under her will, breaking the harmful spirit that was haunting her.

"Did you really think you could insult Kali, our eternal creator, without facing the consequences?" The dark vampire was scaring the poor girl half to death.

The blonde struggled to breathe as her short life passed before her eyes.

"Your insignificant mortal days are over, kid. See you in hell!" The wrath of the beast was enough to cover Michelle's drunken state, and helped to carry the child out of the room, her hand still wrapped around Jamie's throat.

Britney finally got up and was about to rush after her sister, but was forcefully stopped by the Empress.

"And you! You will get up on the stage like the dirty little slut you are, or I will personally torture you, your brat sister, and the rest of your family for an eternity!" She grabbed the pieces of the broken crucifix from the mess and went after her loyal servant, leaving the half-naked big sister paralyzed of shock.

"Is that enough, you brainless fool?" Grimm was beating the 7-footer doorman down to the floor by the entrance.

He kept kicking and bashing the tall vampire's head for ignoring a relic of heresy on a dancer. Screams for mercy didn't help, only after the skull was fractured to pieces, and Michelle passing them with Jamie-Lynn's throat in her hand, the cloaked vampire stopped.

"I think it's time for a little lesson in violence." The female vampire threw her victim who was wearing only a black g-string to the icy pavement.

Grimm stepped outside after Mandy, neither of them feeling forgiving. The 13 year-old cried on the cold ice, wind freezing her body very painfully and scratches from being thrown down on her side.

"Slow and painful, baby. Just like you deserve…" Michelle was about to start mauling the kid with her fists, but Mandy felt it was unnecessary.

"No need for that. Just do your thing and get it over with."

The last thing little Jamie's human eyes saw before losing her life was the vampire's fangs approaching her neck in slow motion. Two sharp stings felt on her skin, and after that, the pain was no more, just the pressure of warm blood escaping her body felt numbing. After a minute her head started to feel dizzy, and behind the numbness her stomach was turning around making her feel unbearably nauseous. Cold sweat formed on her forehead, and soon her entire body was covered in the salty fluid that her body was extracting in a hurry. Right before Jamie's brain stopped functioning she felt warm sluggish blood in her mouth, and her soul discorporate into oblivion. The pieces of the necklace flew onto the girl's belly.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's get back inside, it's frickin' cold out here." Mandy ordered Grimm and Michelle back in, leaving the drained almost naked schoolgirl onto the street.

The guards outside ignored the corpse, and continued patrolling the front.

Inside the brothel, music was playing, the singer was on the stage in her underwear, but instead of singing she was crying. The threesome sat in their previous table, right in front of weeping Britney, mourning on her knees, head against the floor.

"Is this really necessary? Somebody get her out of here, will ya?" Right when Mandy gave the order, Bobo grabbed the singer off the stage and escorted her to the back room. "She was a shitty singer, anyway."

The rest of the girls continued like nothing happened.

Grimm looked around trying to locate someone, but didn't catch her around. "Where's Lalaine, though? Did she freak out when we caught her in bed with Desanto?"

"Maybe. And if so, who cares? We can always get more girls." The Empress reasoned, now without a care in the world.

Outside, little Jamie's cold body was lying on the ground, flakes of snow starting to cover her lifeless corpse. Her pretty face was wiped clean of snow when the kid's big sister kneeled down next to her, pulling a blanket over the cadaver. Tears Britney couldn't hold back fell down on the blue face of her little sister, died so young, and so horribly. Like a magical moment, the wind died as Brit leaned down to give Jamie one last kiss.

Evil deeds of the blood god weren't done for the day. Breaking the kiss with her presumably dead sister, Britney fell back in awe as Jamie sat up wrapping the blanket around herself. "Man! It's really cold out here!" She whined in her familiar child-like voice.
Brit couldn't believe it, but the grim reality soon caught up with her, understanding what had happened to her innocent little sister.

"Sis?" Jamie whimpered, throwing the pieces of silver on the ground.

"…Yeah?"

"… I'm really hungry."

The smug laugh of Kali echoed in the void, another pure soul for her to feed on; so pretty, unscathed, and most of all - damned for all eternity.

***

Lalaine entered the kennels near the asylum. The manager was sleep on the chair behind the desk. The girl opened the door to the big warehouse filled with dogs and cats in cages, neatly arranged into two corridors of two species. At the end of the dog cages, she saw Hilary sitting against the wall, holding something in her arms.

The dark-haired girl walked down the corridor toward the blonde, passing by miserable and depressed bulldogs, collies, terriers, and whatnot, finally standing in front of her friend. She was holding a brown puppy in her lap, gently petting its head and the floppy ears.

"I'm scared… I'm so scared." Hilary sniffled and the Philippine sat down next to her, putting an arm around the crying girl.

"It's okay to be scared, honey. But it's all right, you're safe."

"Today, maybe. But what about tomorrow?" Hil turned her wet face to Lalaine. "But what tomorrow? And the day after that?" She paused again and stared at the sad dog in her arms. "I never should have come here. Screw independency and education… I need to get out."

"You can leave any time, it's your decision." Lalaine kissed the blonde's head, offering consolation.

"The ships have stopped sailing, Lalaine." Hilary's words suddenly turned into shivers that reached both their spines, especially Lalaine's. "I checked with the harbormaster. All boats running through here have been cancelled for a month, and the road is completely blocked with snow."

"Huh… did the harbormaster tell you why the boats have been cancelled?"

"No, I don't think he even knew… I'm stuck here, chased by werewolves and vampires."

Lalaine didn't recollect hearing any orders to catch Hilary from Desanto or anyone in the brothel. Unless she was a random meal, there could be trouble. The hunt of the Sentinel was supposed to start today, at least of what she had overheard. It was a valuable piece of information for Mandy and her lackeys.

"Did the vampire follow you? Just out of nowhere?" She asked Hilary, trying to carefully get the information out of her.

"No. I think it was stalking me… and those animals, they… I can't even say it. I couldn't stay at the dorm, I just couldn't!" The blonde burst back into tears, holding the puppy close to her heart.

"It's okay, you don't have to go back there anymore…" She tried to come up with a place to take her, but the brothel and the old tower were swarming with vampires. "Is there any other place? A place where you feel safe?"

Hilary slowly lifted her head, looking around the corridor of cages. "… Here. I feel safe here."

That thought was pretty insane for Lalaine. The den of werewolves in the Full Moon Lounge was too close for comfort, but if this was the only place Hil felt safe, it was the only option.

"Okay, you can stay here. You get some sleep now, you hear? I have to take care of something real quick. I'll be back and I'll bring some food." Lalaine looked at her friend who was just stopping the crying and received a nod for confirmation.

"Good, I'll be right back. Just hang in there." She got up and started running toward the exit, leaving Hilary to tend her new pet.

***

An hour later the sun was only minutes away from coming up. The guards outside the brothel had gone in, throwing any extraneous vamps out of the Empress' way. Only one mortal was allowed inside for now, Britney, who was taking care of her sister, both fully dressed. Mandy and Grimm sat near the main stage, watching over the passed-out Michelle and wondering the situation of the Spears sisters, both sitting at the bar, one with a glass of milk and the other with blood.

"You know, it's hard to imagine that mortal love would be everlasting. Reaching beyond death like nothing stood in between." Mandy shook her head and put it against Grimm's.

"It's not that special, it is more of a weakness. Look at them - if Michelle had completely drained Jamie, Britney would still be crying at the corpse outside. Foolish emotions…"

"You'd better be talking about this as strictly mortal issue. Emotions aren't that bad if you have control of the elements… if you have control over death." Mandy's comment took Grimm back 200 years, briefly reliving the nightmare of his siring.

"Are you thinking about Rebecca?" The Empress asked, touching a sensitive subject of his former love.

"How can I not? Her face haunts me every day. It's a shame one can't undo the past."

"Do you still write about her?"

"Yeah. Every letter in blood."

Loud knocking startled all four and managed to wake Michelle up too. The pace and momentum didn't seem like the police or a werewolf, since they don't knock in general.

"Brit? Get that, would you?" The vampire ruler knew better not to stand in doorways at this hour, sending the only sun proof person to open the door.

Lalaine dragged herself in from the blizzard and sighed in relief that somebody answered.

"Oh? Decided to show up, after all?" Mandy teased while the Philippine approached her.

"Cut the crap, Mandy. The new Sentinel is a vampire."

That was more than enough to get everybody's attention, even drowsy Michelle's. "Well that can't be good."

Lalaine told her story about Hilary being stalked by a bloodsucker and some werewolves. She'd also confirmed from the harbormaster that all incoming ships had been pulled back under mysterious circumstances that nobody could explain. What also gave the situation more spice was the story in the newspaper about a woman with superhuman powers escaping the mental hospital on Christmas Eve.

"This is definitely looking worse than yesterday…" Grimm moaned, tired of the fight stretching day by day.

"Say what you want, but my money is on Desanto. He could probably pull this off is he wanted to." Mandy speculated, hoping she would have a chance to finish off the leech.

Lalaine sighed and her look fell down. "I don't know. It might be, but we can't know for sure."

"This is a very serious matter. If you're hiding something you heard in that tower…"

The girl quickly cut off Grimm's accusation. "I'm not."

Jamie listened in at the demeanor of the vampires, sucking every last piece of information and behavior into her head. She wanted to be a great vampire, an Empress like Mandy.

"What if it isn't Desanto? Who else could it be?" Michelle wondered, not leaving many options for them to pick out of.

"No one outside this room. At least whom we know of." The ruler took a look around.
The answer was true. The only vampires capable of pulling something like this were Mandy, Grimm, Michelle, and Desanto.

"We must be missing something… are we absolutely positive the Sentinel is a vampire?" The cloaked Nosferatu asked for one last time.

"Yes, we're sure." Lalaine quietly responded, knowing she had slept with the prime suspect.

"Then it's Desanto, let's kick his ass!" The Puerto Rican got up, but the sun quickly lowered her adrenaline.

"Not exactly the right time, but a good suggestion." Mandy grinned, starting to form a plan in her head that involved slow torture with holy water and… "… Holy water?" Another light bulb lit in her head, giving Grimm the same idea. "Carlos, that sonovabitch!"

"Why the hell did we believe Desanto in the first place?" The vampire mistress struck her fist against the table, almost breaking it in half.

"Who's Carlos?" A tiny glimmer of hope that her precious Miguel wasn't responsible for stalking Hilary lit up in Lalaine's head, and listened to Grimm's story in relief.

"Carlos Constantin is, or was, a notorious gang lord of Madrid. When I met the guy he was very keen on making all his kills public. He even hired a reporter to publish all his victims as unsolved murders, and ripped all of them into pieces on satanic altars. That's why they never caught him; the blame went to heretics, nowadays Satanists. According to the Saint, Carlos was drowned in holy water by priests and later chopped into pieces by his followers. We never got a reason why his remains were sent to Desanto, other than they used to work together."

"That's one hell of a parting gift for your old partner in blood." Michelle was stunned that she hadn't heard of the guy before.

"So… Carlos Constantin is in Glutton, and possibly working with Miguel Desanto. A wooden stake, anyone?" Mandy hid her worry behind sarcasm, but was quickly back to serious as Lalaine reminded them about the werewolves.

"But why are the wolves after Hilary, then? Is it possible that there could be two Sentinels?"

"If so, we sure ain't gonna say it out loud." Michelle laughed. "If there's any evidence that there's two of these things out there, I'm taking my chances with the sun in California."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but that's not happening either, remember?" The girl reminded the Puerto Rican about the blocked road and sea transports.

"Shit! We're so fucked, you guys…"

"Let's not rip out each others fangs just yet. Tonight we'll go to the harbor to check if Carlos is still in the boxes." Grimm gulped down a glass of red plasma. "If he's not, we'll gather up everyone and finish off Desanto and his goons once and for all."

"He's well guarded, and possibly a Sentinel; numbers and fate are against us. We can't handle a task like that." Mandy tried to wake her crush back to reality, but he wasn't giving up.

"I'm sure the werewolves are very eager to get rid of the Sentinel, too. They'll give us a hand."

Grimm's suggestion wasn't very welcome to anyone in the room, especially the non-bending Empress.

"Let's make this clear one more time, since you don't seem to get it; we're not aligning with those fucking dogs for a single second! I've had enough of those animals, we should exterminate them now!" She once again hit her fist on the table, this time actually cracking it in half.

Jamie and Britney startled at the smash of wood and the glasses on it fell down with the splintered piece of furniture.

"Fine, have it you way. You lock yourself in your precious tower, and I'll go back to my crypt, yeah?" The male vampire calmly stated.

"Right. You two better listen up! My friend is in trouble. Your race, and this entire town is bound to hit a major shitstorm! You can settle your indifferences later, but right now, we need to help Hilary!" Lalaine's emotions came out in one powerful statement.

Usually none of the experienced vampires would take a rant like that, but the situation needed to be resolved without any internal wars.

"Well fuck my ass and call me a bitch! She just said it right there!" Michelle smiled, giving the mortal girl some ******.

The wheels in Grimm's head started turning again, forcing the frustration back to his black heart.

"You said that Hilary won't feel safe around vampires, even with you? There's one place in town that no ordinary, or extraordinary vamp would go to."

"The church. We can get there through my lair if needed. Just have to push away a few barrels, that's all." Mandy suggested, starting to get the picture of the moment's necessities, even just to help a human.

"And the wolves?" The dark-haired woman pointed out.

"I'll stop by the gun store on my way to the kennel." Lalaine got up with everyone to start working the plan, with one tiny arrangement.

"Lalaine, wait a second!" Britney yelled, stopping the girl at the hallway.

The blonde singer kneeled down in front of her sister and gave her a hug. "I'll be back in no time, don't get into trouble."

"Okay, sis." Jamie broke the hug with a brief kiss, and the two parted ways the first time in a very long while.

As the two singers stepped into the sunlight outside, Lalaine asked the question. "Just out of curiosity, why did you go with me instead of Jame?"

"Hey, Hilary's my friend, too. Besides, that little diva…" Brit glanced behind her. "She can be a really tough nut sometimes."

The cold demesne of the vampire Empress was quickly lit up as Mandy and her escort arrived through the mirror portal.

"Nermal? Lights!" At her order, the foul little man put the fireplace to work with a match, a giant burst of flame throwing Nermal on his back against the carpet.

"Ah, much better." Mandy sighed feeling the warm breeze running through the room. "The entrance is up there. Whenever you're ready." She pointed at the trap door in the ceiling corner, looking musty and half-rotten.

Grimm took out the wooden hatch with one swift blow, pieces of soft lumber falling down on the Empress' beautiful carpet. The scent of old wine and a moist cellar rushed down from the hole, revealing the tall clock tower above the vampire's den.

"Okay, that's done. What do we do now?" Michelle walked to Grimm with Jamie and looked up at the damp and dark building.

The oldest vampire put his silver mask on and leaped amidst the roomful of barrels. "We go up."

Rats hid in their holes in terror as they saw three vampires appearing into their home. Mandy stayed behind, shunning the thought of seeing the cross and Virgin Mary inside the church built against the clock tower. Not a ray of light penetrated the staircase of wood and stone, ensuring the safe passage of three devils on holy ground. Two floors up, the Nosferatus reached the thick oak door, behind it lay the house of Jehovah and His martyr son.

"This might feel a bit awkward, but bare with me" Grimm murmured behind his mask.

It was the torture chamber of vampires, a true horror of the undead. The male vampire feared to even take his mask off in the only place Kali couldn't reach. Jamie's small hands shivered, not sure what was striking her so bad, but walking past a pedestal with a bowl of blessed water, her senses notified her that she was walking in a minefield. Walking past the benches they came to the center crossing, forced to look north where the statue of Virgin Mary and a window-painting of the resurrected Jesus Christ laid, mocking their vampiric beliefs. One more thing kept them from approaching the altar - the tiny rays of sunlight cracking through the window.

"Wow… I've never felt this shitty in my entire life." Michelle complained and loosely sat on a bench, followed by Jamie.

Grimm just stood there feeling the objects of Christian faith trying to break his spirit.

"More older you are… as the undead, the worse it feels, I think."

The chalkstone statue of Mary stared at him from the distance, weeping silently at the cruel fate of the fallen angels before her, white lifeless eyes penetrating the hearts of any vampire that journeyed to her sight.

"It feels different, this whole place." Jamie continued, "I've never really thought about God before, not in any form of serious thought. This place… it feels like…"

"Hell." Grimm ended the girl's sentence for her.

Deafening screams of the Goddess of vampires filled the void, feeling the hand of Jehovah closing in on her slaves. The battle of deities would never end, but all of them could aid earthlings in their personal battles against their foes. While Kali and Jehovah were struggling for victory over their followers, the third element of the war looked on, feeling his most powerful time approaching.

***

Lalaine and Britney walked in on the kennel manager still sleeping. He hadn't moved an inch from his position at the desk. They found Hilary at her previous spot, too, still holding the puppy in her arms.

"Hey, guys! I named him already, didn't I, Woofer?" The girl was looking and sounding much better, calmed down after some sleep.

"Aww, he's so cute!" Brit kneeled down and scratched the dog's neck while Lalaine opened the plastic bag she was holding, and pulled out a can of strawberry yogurt, and a piece of sausage for the puppy.

The dogs instantly smelled the meat and started whining and barking.

"You hungry, boy? Here you go…" Hilary passed the meat she got from Lalaine to her pet, which hungrily gnawed the piece down.

"Listen, we found a place you can be safe from the vampires, the old town church." Britney informed the recovered girl who jotted down a big gulp of yogurt.

"And we got some weapons from the local gun store, so the wolves will be taken care of, too." The raven-haired girl continued.

The puppy started whining, but was consoled by Hil. "Don't worry, Woofer. That doesn't include you." She got up carrying the dog and the party headed out while the dogs barked in their cages around them. The racket had awoken the manager up, still very drowsy and trying to clear his head.

"Hi! We're taking this one." Hilary cheerfully greeted the man on her way out.

"Uh… okay." The mess of a man looked around confused, and had no objections.

Woofer was held tightly under Hilary's wool coat through the blizzard, and all the way to the church. It had crossed Lalaine's mind to stop by Desanto's place, but since they were planning to raid the tower later today, she decided it would be for the best not to see him before that. Britney only cracked the door enough for them to get through, remembering her sister's condition. Three vampires that Hilary was unaware of greeted them. She did know Jamie and Michelle, but the third gothic-looking character was a mystery to her.

"Ooo, a precious puppy!" Jamie cheered up seeing the cute little dog held in Hil's arms.

"Woofer, say hello to Jamie!" The dog's new owner commanded, and the subject obeyed with a squeaky 'woof'.

The masked vampire stared at the moment of happiness, trying to figure out what was so exciting about the powerless little dog. He figured it was something to control, to give the master a feeling of greatness. Hilary felt the look on her, and turned her head to the man.

"Oh yeah. Hil, this is Grimm. He's helping us out." Lalaine introduced the Nosferatu, who gave his new acquaintance a short raise of his hand.

"Hi…" The blonde replied suspiciously, thinking there was definitely something weird about the guy.

The bundle of mortals around the puppy was startled at the sickly call from the tower. "Grimm! The mistress wishes to speak with you. Now!" Nermal cried out from the bottom. The vampire calmly obeyed and headed to the clock tower's door.

"… Mistress?" Hilary asked with a creeped look on her face.

"Yeah, it's… you don't wanna know." Lalaine saved the situation. "It's kind of kinky."

"Hmm… well, he certainly looks the type." The blonde let out a small laugh, unaware that she was standing right above the vampire Empress' lair.

Grimm jumped down into the royal chamber where Mandy lay on her bed, wearing only a short purple satin nightgown.

"Don't get any ideas, I'm just preparing for my sleep." She smiled and denied any thoughts of intimate play, even though lying on her side and not wearing any underwear, revealing her tidy brown bush said otherwise. "We need to talk about tomorrow."

"What's to discuss?" Grimm dropped his cloak and mask on the floor and started approaching the bed. "We'll go to the docks and check if Carlos is still in pieces, and if he's not we will finish off Desanto."

"Right. There's a small adjustment to that, though."

The male vampire looked at his bloodthirsty mistress, guessing in his mind what the change was. Mandy rolled onto her stomach on the sheets, facing him with a wicked smile. "Regardless of whether we find the body parts, we attack anyway."

"I figured you'd say that. What about us not able to handle both of them? Still worried about that?"

"No." The woman shook her head. "Carlos is like the Godfather, he's a businessman. Just like your father, and just like you."

Grimm's past actions came back to haunt him every time he was needed. He was the only vampire alive able to negotiate with anyone, including a Sentinel.

"Besides, you and Desanto share a similar past, and he's retired. You could easily take his place as Carlos' new partner. Maybe you could persuade him to fight with us against the kindred of wolf?"

"… Possibly."

Mandy smiled in satisfaction, her firm buttcheeks uncovered by the gown and gleaming in the light of the fireplace. Grimm wasn't as determined to take out Emily Perkins and her horde of animals, but if it meant complete control of the city he was willing to cooperate.

"Now…" Mandy rolled on her back and lifted her legs up in the air, running her hands up and down on them very slowly. "Are Hilary and her goonies here yet?"

"Yeah, they're here. Why?"

"I was thinking about that personal harem of vampires I wanted to my tower." She lusciously licked her lips. "What do you think?"

The man walked to the other side of the bed, standing in front of the fireplace facing Mandy's legs.

"I think it's a bad idea."

The 20 year-old temptress sat up spreading her legs. "Why's that?"

"Because Lalaine is our key to stabbing Desanto in the back, with her help we can get out of this unscathed."

Mandy snorted, knowing Grimm was right. "And the rest of the goon-squad?"

"Hilary is our bait for the werewolves. Even if we don't know their motives, they might not be interested in her as a vampire…" The scarred Nosferatu paused for a long time, giving Mandy an opening.

"Can't come up with a reason for Britney, can you?" She closed her legs and smiled.

"… You can't change her now; Hilary would panic. She doesn't know what we are."

"Yeah, you're right. But…" She stood up and pulled Grimm up to the bed, too. "All these reasons… they're only a matter of timing, aren't they?"

Their dark lifeless hearts came closer together as the Empress pulled her adamant servant up against her. "Soon these reasons will be gone, and there will be no more excuses."

"They're not excuses, they're facts." Grimm corrected, starting to get comfortable.

"Whatever. I know I have your consent on every move I make, but I'll delay their siring for now." She ended the sentence with a gentle kiss on his lips, and fell back onto the bed. "So… are you sleepy?"

Mandy's seductive question was interrupted by a loud scream echoing in the tower, shaking her senses back to alert status feeling werewolves nearby. Grimm grabbed his equipment and in a flash he was gone, rushing back to the church, leaving Mandy flustered on the bed.

Gunshots loudly ran through the building when three guns were rapidly going off toward four werewolves racing in from the front door. Hilary and Britney were holed up between the benches with the puppy barking in their hold. Silver bullets flew out of the Glocks and struck against the rabid animals running toward the shooters. When Grimm jumped over the benches to finish off the remaining two wolves, the gunfire stopped with the exception of his handgun putting three bullets into both animals' heads. With the dirty deed done, he had a look at the women who had executed the first two monsters.

"Man! Did you see that shot? Holy frickin' hell!" Jamie-Lynn laughed in overjoyed fashion, jumping up and down at her first kill.

Beside the little girl, stood the calm and relieved Michelle, and next to her, the horrified Lalaine, who had dropped the gun in shock after hearing the pathetic howl of the werewolf she had hit. The blondes on the floor were too scared to get up, still quivering silently, but at least Woofer had stopped barking.

"Lalaine?" Grimm called out.

"… Yeah?" The girl woke up from her brief trance.

"I think the danger's over. Go shut the door, will you?"

The 17 year-old nodded solemnly and walked to the entrance while Jamie was hyped up on killing a wolf. Before shutting the big double doors, she saw two brunette women across the street, observing what the reaction to the attack was. Lalaine wasn't prodding the subject any longer than she felt safe, and pulled the wooden door back, concealing the sunlight from the church.

"Anything suspicious outside?" Grimm asked, taking off his mask.

"Yeah. Two women outside, wearing black trench coats." The dark-haired girl jumped over the cadavers that were now turning back to human form.

"Emily… this was just a test. The real attack is tonight. Who was the other one? Anna Paquin?" Grimm started gathering the bodies into one pile.

"… No, I didn't see her that well. She had really short brown hair."

"Yep, the new recruit. She must be the one who escaped the asylum." The male vampire reasoned and wrapped the bodies into the long red carpet on the floor, now stained with blood.

Britney and Hilary finally got up from the floor, both concerned about Jamie and the gun in her hand.

"Did you see that, Brit? This vampire-thing is really growing on me!"

The truth was out; Hilary was surrounded by the foul undead. The shock on her face quickly turned into confusion when she turned her head to Lalaine. The Philippine was embarrassed and crushed.

"Sorry, Hil. I couldn't tell you. Otherwise you would've never come here."

A sting of betrayal struck Hilary to the ground, now surrounded by three vampires and two liars.

"And… Jamie? You're a…" The blonde 17 year-old couldn't even complete the question, but she didn't need to.

"A vampire." The loud answer came from the tower door, where the sexy vampire Empress stood in her nightgown.

Only Hilary looked surprised about how underdressed Mandy was when she started walking towards them, making the condition of Jamie very clear. "A Nosferatu, Kali's bloodchild, a bloodsucking fiend beyond the grave!" She laughed before covering the sight of Virgin Mary with her hand. "How you doing, bitch?"

"… Mandy?" The surprise was growing bigger and bigger as the vampire mistress stepped into the circle.

"Yes, that is my name. But a worthless mortal like yourself should refer to me as… your highness." Her smug grin put down Hil's last piece of safety, making her back up against the bench.

"You did this to Jamie? How could you?"

"Actually, I had Michelle here do it. Grimm and I stood by and watched." She put her hands on her servants' shoulders, bringing the frightened girl closer to catatonia. "You can thank Grimm for your life, Hil. He made me realize that you're much more valuable to us alive."

Hilary gave the scarred Nosferatu a look of confusion. Lalaine kneeled down on the floor and put her hands on the blonde's leg. "It's okay. You're completely safe. It's much more safer here with these guys than somewhere on the streets. Trust me."

"Yeah!" Little Jamie consoled Hil as well. "This is great, there's nothing to be afraid of. Stay here with us, please?"

Mandy and Grimm had underestimated the persuasive powers of Lalaine and Jamie-Lynn, again with the vulnerable human emotions that weren't meant to last. Hilary decided to stay, opposed to her original thinking of staying away from vampires. The attack on the church was a confirmation that Emily and her lackeys wanted something from Hilary, and Mandy was more than willing to keep the blonde from the werewolf-mother's hands.

***

Lalaine woke up after few hours of sleep to a loud bang from the distance. She looked around, not seeing anyone in the church, only closed doors and empty benches before the altar. "Grimm? Hilary? Where are you guys?" The girl called out into the eerily lit room, the sun playing tricks on the window, casting shadows of obscure shapes on the floor. The Philippine walked to the altar, stopping in front of Virgin Mary to have a long look at her. Innocent and grieving pale face stared back at her, condemning the cursed child helping the Nosferatu to commit their evil deeds.

"… Sorry about all this. I know I swore in the name of God never to hurt anyone… but it can't be helped sometimes." Lalaine's head bowed down in shame. "I will never be able to return to your arms, but I promise you now, I will make my best to stop any lives from being taken. Will you forgive me?"

The girl stared at the lifeless statue, waiting for a response in vain. She sighed and admitted the fact that she was no longer in favor of her old deity. A sudden loud bang and glass shattering made her turn around, but nothing was around her. The spooky feeling the old church had was getting to her, she was starting to hear things. The horrendous mutilated face of Kali appeared in the face of Virgin Mary, sickly grinning at the surprised human child, terrifying her to screams. Blood dripped out of the Goddess' ripped lips. Brutal slashes covering her face, and black eyes of endless abyss imprisoning the mortal to her spot.

"Your punishment is due now, or it shall be paid in double!" Kali's raspy voice echoed in the room, knocking over benches and bursting the giant cross on fire.

Lalaine watched in horror as the phantasm disappeared from her sight, revealing again the face of Mary. She had cried blood, red traces running down her cheeks, for the true devil had just disturbed her peace.

Loud screeching and glass shattering echoed from the tower, turning Lalaine's attention there. The door was open, darkness reaching to the doorway, she saw a glimpse of Hilary inside, and started running toward the door.

"Hil! Wait!" The girl yelled at the shape, approaching it in some fear.

The sudden shock of a body being lifted out of the door knocked her down on the ground, a body held up high in the air by a disgusting shape of a man. Burned skin oozing with fresh blood, and bones sticking out of the mutilated torso of this creature. Lalaine was on the verge of passing out as she looked at the face of Hilary, impaled through her stomach with a mere hand. The blonde's face was painful and sad, some blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth, her small body held up by this monster of unspeakable appearance. Its eyes had melted down to white lumps of tissue, and its dirty teeth showed with a pair of sharp fangs.

"Let her go!" Lalaine screamed with all she had in her, hoping she could still save her friend from death.

Even though nothing could be told about the actual facial expressions of the thing, the girl knew it was grinning in satisfaction and evil. Before she could get up and defend herself and Hilary to the best of her ability, her body started shaking uncontrollably, and the vision of the monster faded to white.

***

"Lalaine? Come on! Wake up! These guys are ready to roll." Britney was nudging the 17 year-old on the shoulder, waking her from the nightmare.

The relief was indescribable when she realized what had happened. The sun was no longer up, and darkness ruled the town of Glutton once again. At the crossing of the benches, sat the assault team consisting of four vampires ready to attack on Mandy's word. Brit and Lalaine walked up to the group and confirmed their status. "Ready to rock."

"Good. The harbor is pretty far away, we'll need all the manpower we have to keep the werewolves away." Grimm said as he loaded up his weapon, all four vamps carrying the same type of gun, Glock 17.

"We'll show those animals whose in charge here if they give us any trouble, I got my lucky gun all fired up." Michelle licked her lips, caressing the piece of metal with the inscription 'Christine' on it. "She's real eager to go off."

Jamie was aiming her very first gun at the window painting, concentrating on her aim with dedication.

"BANG!" She giggled and started practicing her reload again.

Britney had no other choice but to let her sister handle the firearm, she was no longer under her control. Mandy had Jame's fate in her hands now.

"Okay, we're just about finished here. Shall we leave?" The Empress suggested, wrapping her coat on.

"Yes. Keep your eyes open, the werewolves will be very enthused to catch us." Grimm reminded the escort one more time before they headed to the exit and opened the doors to Glutton's night of full moon.

The party traveled the streets with care, passing every block with a look in every direction. They passed Nate's gun shop and Joe's bar still feeling very guarded, but a few more blocks down the snowy sidewalk at the corner of the bank, they saw the fence surrounding the harbor being patrolled by a horde of vampires. Three more blocks to go, and a foot of snow had worn the human members of the party down. Britney, Hilary, and Lalaine were struggling to make it past the cold weather; the blizzard was determined to slow them down as much as possible. Passing the police station and meeting up with the guards of the tower was a sigh of relief for all of them, safely traveled through town without one attack from the wolves. The quietness was more than suspicious to Mandy and Grimm, who knew that the werewolf-mother Emily Perkins wasn't one to quit her hunt just like that. Detective Peterson watched from the window as one of the biggest thorns in his side walked by the building. He cursed to himself and took his anger on the cigar in his mouth and returned to his usual paperwork.

"No attacks. I guess they're more gutless than we thought, huh?" Michelle had one more look behind his back before they arrived at the tower.

"They're not gutless, that's one thing. Maybe the Sentinel is over there, taking care of some business?" Grimm thought.

"That's what we're going to find out. Which warehouse were the boxes put in?" Mandy inquired, receiving a reply from Michelle.

"The one in the far back. How many men do we need?"

"This should be sufficient. We'll go in, the rest will guard the tower." Mandy excluded a dozen from the vampires to stay at the entrance, while her personal escort and six more vampires, including Karl and Hyde, headed to Desanto's warehouse.

With a click the lights of the huge building lit up, revealing the nearly empty room of wood and cold concrete. Grimm hesitated to approach the pile of boxes on the middle. They all looked unopened, but reality would be confirmed only by taking a look inside.

"… Fuck this. I'm not going there." Michelle cursed, unable to overcome the terror of something jumping on them from those boxes.

They only knew what Desanto had told them, and he might have lied in his own interest. The Sentinel was due to start its mayhem this very day, but so far nothing had come up.

"Okay. Check in with Leré and Salvatore, maybe they have something suspicious to offer before we get reckless." Grimm ordered, slowly approaching the bundle of saltboxes.

The dark-haired vampire was more than happy to stay behind and use her cell phone rather than explore what might be fatal. Mandy wasn't sensing immediate danger, but there was definitely something abnormal in the room. The cloaked vampire stopped in front of the pile and set his hands on the top. At least it wasn't ticking, he thought, and with one fast move he ripped the lid off.

Everyone in the room held their breath, at least Lalaine and Britney, who needed to breathe, as Grimm stood in front of the box, staring inside without moving an inch.

"Is the bastard in there, or what?" Mandy asked trying to get confirmation that it was safe.

"… Yeah, he's in here." The vampire replied and stuck his hand into the salt, pulling up a burned, crusty foot.

The sight was too much for Britney to handle, and she quickly walked to the side to empty her stomach, Jamie holding her hair back to not make a mess of her. In Lalaine's head the found body was only a sign that she had been in relations with the Sentinel. It was the only thing that she could imagine. It wasn't that she had fucked a Nosferatu, not that the person had slain hundreds of people with no mercy, but that same person was now destined to kill her friends and possibly her. Grimm emptied all the boxes on the floor as Mandy walked on scene with a smile on her face.

"Happy now? Carlos is dead." He sighed, excluding all the body parts from the salt, putting them into an unorganized pile of burned pulp.

"Yes, very. Carry them to the tower, we're bringing him back to life." Mandy replied, striking a mental spike into Grimm's head with her words.

"Leré and her Spaniard are fine. She said she was just about to get some lunch…" Michelle informed them about the situation in the city.

The Empress' intentions had been secret to everyone but her and Grimm. Hitting Desanto was her primary objective, but she was going to gain something else in the deal as well - Carlos Constantin's abilities against the werewolves. The only thing the Emperor's son wasn't aware of was that even if the vampire was still in pieces, they would attempt to resurrect it. Something like that had never been done, but it hadn't been attempted in 300 years, either. If they would manage to wake him up, taking out the Saint would be child's play, and it would give them an opportunity to wipe out Emily's troops with a surprise attack. The rest of the escort watched in confusion as Grimm grabbed the corpse-in-pieces and followed Mandy out of the warehouse. Even Michelle was a little disgusted with the pile of scorched flesh, but the Empress' wish was her command.

Finally Mandy's tower had been completely finished. The lobby was a plain room with a statue of Kali in the middle on a blue carpet. Only the elevator laminated with silver would take everyone to the top floor behind the high ceiling, into the vampire Empress' new haven. The lesser vampires had to wait here and guard the room, making sure that nothing would get through to hurt the Nosferatu ruler, along with some other people.

"Jamie, come here." Mandy kneeled down and called the young vampire to her.

"What's up?"

"I'm trusting you with a very important job. I need you to keep an eye on the harbor until we come back, okay?"

"Sure!"

The Empress smiled back at the girl and stepped into the elevator with Grimm, who was carrying the corpse in his hands, and Michelle. Britney, Lalaine, Hilary, and Jamie were left there with the other vampires for a lookout.

"Well, you heard the lady! Get your butts on the move!" The little diva commanded the lesser vampires, driving them out to the snow. "Ah, it's nice to have lackeys!" She grinned with an evil look.

Britney observed her little sister, who was quickly turning into a monster like the rest of the bloodsuckers. In Hilary's eyes, she started realizing she might have made a big mistake cooperating with Mandy and her kin, but she couldn't leave her friends here without any help…

"Guys… I'm sorry, but I have to go and take care of something. But I'll be back." The others didn't even have a say before Hilary rushed out of the door with the puppy in her arms, and disappeared into the blizzard past the vampire guards.

"Where the hell is she going?" Britney wondered as Lalaine ran to the doorway, hoping she'd get a glimpse of her, but the snowing was too thick and the blonde had ran away without any particular reason.

"Shit… so what now?" The raven-haired girl wondered with a sad look in her eyes as she sat down on the floor against the wall.

"What do you mean? We wait." Jamie replied, proudly accepting her duty as one of the vampires in the bloodthirsty community.

***

As the elevator doors opened and the three Nosferatus walked into the only proper room high up in the tower, they were greeted by Nermal and a surprise gift.

"This was delivered yesterday, mistress. It was kept secret as a gift for the opening of the new tower. The last ship brought it for you from the lord of the Agape-family." Nermal screeched in delight, standing in front of the vision of a Goddess.

A wide smile rose on Mandy's face while she stood before the young gypsy woman, sent in by a fellow vampire clan in Romania. The girl was chained to the wall, wearing only a transparent piece of white cloth bringing out the darkish color of her skin. Long black hair went down to her waist, big brown eyes looking terrified at the sight of a disgusting monster and three somewhat regular-looking people smiling at her.

"Good, she looks very tasty. Leave us, we have much to discuss." Mandy ordered the little devil, and he was out of the room via lift in no time.

"So, do we start with the food first or do you have something else in mind?" Michelle asked, hungry to taste the sweet flesh of the Romanian girl.

"Hmm… I might have something else to discuss before we get to all that. But first, a little appetizer." The Empress walked to the cabinet on the western wall and pulled out a bottle of blue liquid with red waves of blood flowing inside separately.

"This will get us going for today's tasks…" She grabbed three wineglasses and filled them to the hilt. "Nectar of the Gods… something I picked up from our friends in L.A., just one glass will do mindless tricks."

"Are you sure that's what we need to beat up Desanto?" Grimm laid Carlos by the door. "We should probably be in best shape possible when we go up there."

"That's what we'll be doing. Carlos can be resurrected, but it takes a lot more effort than people have done in the past… any dead thing can come back to life, over and over again. But you don't have to worry about that." Mandy walked to Michelle and Grimm, and handed over the glasses. "Drink."

Just a small dose of the Aqua Death was sufficient to make a person completely numb, but for vampire blood it did the opposite trick. All three slowly poured the poison down their throats, tickling all the way down to their bellies. The burning drug inside them quickly snuck into their bloodstreams, leveling up their sense of feel. The gypsy was terrified at the sight of three bloodsuckers losing some of their clothes and gathering around her to examine the product more closely. A round Jacuzzi was built into the floor right in the middle of the room. Also, a giant bed lay against the northern wall. Only the wooden coffin surrounded by black drapes next to the bed ruined a perfectly good penthouse for a regular human to live in.

"It looks like I've been away from Europe too long… I've forgotten how precious these gypsy princesses can be." Grimm tenderly ran his fingers on the girl's cheek. "What is your name, little girl?"

"… Sara. Sara of Arvid." The dark woman carefully replied.

"Oh? This is much better than it looks on the outside…" The scarred vamp moved his face to the girl's neck and took a long sniff smelling the cold mountain air in her skin, and the purifying incense in her hair. "A daughter of the Arvid-coven… do you know what one of our former Emperors did to your ancestors?"

Mandy and Michelle lifted Grimm's shirt up, revealing his pale, muscular body, scars here and there. The girl tried her best not to cry when his teeth came out and his eyes turned into yellow.

"Ten generations ago, an infamous Emperor took 14 of your ancestors' daughters, all undefiled by men, never touched and never hurt. He made them into his own personal harem, but never broke their innocence by penetrating their cunts." Grimm moved closer to her ear and whispered. "He kept them pure by sodomizing them and having them perform fellatio… and returned them back to their fathers after 30 years, as undefiled as the day they were taken."

"Please… let me go!" Sara wept as she felt the breath of the Nosferatu on her neck.

"Aww… but you'll miss all the fun if you go now. Grimm? I've got different plans right now. We'll eat her later, go put Carlos back into shape." Mandy commanded, sending him off to assembling the pieces on the floor.

"This night will be magnificent, and you'll be a part of it, Sara." The girl looked at the vampire mistress in front of her, watching her satin gown fall down on the floor. "You'll be a huge part of it…" The naked vampire closed the gypsy girl's mouth by placing a long passionate kiss on it, licking her tongue up and down between her lips.

Michelle looked on and started losing some clothes as well, getting rid of her white tank top and her leather bra. As Mandy kept her tongue in the gypsy's mouth, the Puerto Rican dropped her pants and embraced her from behind, softly nibbling on her ear and pushing her body against Mandy's.

Grimm finished up with the corpse, completing the disgusting cadaver on the floor into a whole. It looked burnt to the core, hardly staying in one piece, but if all went well, he would return to his afterlife and be whole again. The vampire walked back to the three women and joined the threesome by moving behind Michelle and pulling her leather panties down. Mandy broke the kiss and looked deep into the gypsy eyes, seeing the fear behind them, forming into a turn-on for all three vamps.

"Hope you enjoyed the ride. Take your last moments as very special, so you'll have something to think when you'll be roaming the netherworld forever."

***

Downstairs, Jamie was still trying to get a good feel of her new gun. She was pointing the thing everywhere and feeling out a good position to hold it. "What do you think? Gangster-style?" Jame held the Glock in one hand tilted sideways. "Or cop-style?" She took the gun in a straight aim, supporting her trigger-hand with her left hand.

"Well… cop-style is more accurate and effective. That other pose might just bounce off the target, especially when dealing with werewolves." Lalaine pointed out, trying to put some sense into the little girl's shooting before she would hurt herself.

"I guess so, but… it's such a bore! Why not do it John Wayne-style?"

"Just shoot at the wolf, whatever way you like." Britney snapped at her little sister.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you just did that." The 13 year-old noticed big sis' attitude, not knowing it was worry and tiredness.

"Look, you're waving that thing around like a crazy person. Can't you just sit down and wait with us?" Brit tried to correct the situation, hoping the girl would come sit with her and Lalaine.

"No way! You never let me have guns, ever! Who knows… maybe Mandy could be my new big sister, hmm?" The childish tone was recognizable, but it was too much for Britney to handle, no matter what her tone of voice was.

"Please… don't say that, Jame."

"You started it. Don't be a crybaby!"

After sitting there for close to 20 minutes, Lalaine was starting to get worried about Hilary. A few hours ago she was so scared that she aligned herself with vampires to stay safe, and now she was running around town during full moon? What on earth could be so important that she would have to leave her friends behind?

"I wonder where Hil is… I'm so worried." The Philippine lay back, not knowing what position she would be comfortable in.

"Hil, Hil, Hil, always Hil! What about me? See, I'm here with you, and she's not!" Jamie whined, unsatisfied that she still wasn't getting enough attention.

"Oh, honey, it's not like that, it's… kinda like you and Brit." The dark-haired girl nodded toward the woman next to her.

"Yeah, sure. If you're so obsessed with Hilary, why'd you send me that flower and the poem, hmm?"

The oblivious look on Lalaine's face said it all. Britney saw it along with Jamie, but the little diva just wouldn't believe it. "Remember? The puzzle of my heart?" The girl's words didn't mean anything familiar to the 17 year-old, only warning-lights started going off in her head… was she wrong about the Sentinel after all? Jamie's siring was obviously a sign of things to come, another mark of evil the thing was supposed to create - destruction of life, no matter what the reason, or the cost.

"Jame, I didn't send you a flower or a poem. It was someone else."

The little blonde realized the truth and started feeling embarrassed. Her look fell down to the floor and her hands started fumbling together. "Oh… I was so sure. Who else could it be?"

"Oh, come on!" Britney stood up and stomped her way to the little girl. "I thought I've taught you better than that, sis… come here." She kneeled down and took the girl into her arms almost by force.

"Just a stalker, sweetie. You'll get those more when you grow up. But you don't need to worry about that now, everything is gonna be alright."

"Goddammit, Brit!" Jamie pulled herself away from her sister's embrace. "I'm not a little kid! When will you start treating me like a grownup?"

"Honey, you're 14. You are still a child… but I guess that's what you'll always be to me… my little sister." Britney sighed, giving up the hope that she could have her little sister back.

The little blonde stared at her big sister, unable to comprehend that she in fact was a child. The curse had gone too far into her heart that she could tell what was right and wrong when it came down to human emotions. They had been replaced, all of them - light with dark, happiness with grief, pleasure with pain. All those things would come to balance in time, but it was too soon for little Jamie-Lynn to become a grown vampire.

"… I wonder what they're doing up there?" The little diva wondered, looking up into the high ceiling.

***

Grimm was sitting at the side of the Jacuzzi, the drug working its way in his circulation, making his pleasure bigger than it was. The treatment was blowing his mind into pieces, feeling two pairs of lips on the tip of his veiny cock. Michelle was on his left side, working her lips on the tip and her fingers around his balls, while Mandy was on Grimm's right side, sucking on her side of the tip. The warm bubbling water was rubbing their pussies just right to keep them busy with the dick, not hurrying to the actual process of fucking. The girls' lips collided as they joined with a kiss with the member between them, two tongues wrapping around it and eagerly massaging it, trying to get more moans out of the vampire. The harder he moaned, more suction the girls applied, and Michelle made sure he wasn't going to stop moaning by squeezing his balls in her hand, rolling them around in her palm.

Their lips parted and Mandy took over the suction while Michelle worked her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping to take his nuts into her hot moist mouth and sucking them gently. The brunette kept moving her head up and down on the member, going three inches down with every stroke and making sure her tonsils had contact with the red swollen tip. Grimm looked down to see Mandy staring back at him while working her head and tongue with dedication. Her eyes were filled with lust, and she couldn't wait to have that 7-inch thing back inside her. It had been so long since he had bothered to come out of his crypt for a nasty pounding that had shattered the Empress' lair every time. Hell awaited all of them, no matter what. They were free to do every disgusting thing creatures could come up with in mating. The devil's whores pulled away from Grimm and laid back in the water spreading their legs, giving him the choice of which one to do first. Mandy's perky little breasts, firm bun-like butt, and tidy brown bush, or Michelle's ample tits, slack and soft ass, and messy dark pubes. Both were hungry for something inside them, but it had to be handled one at a time.

Michelle had the pleasure of being the first to get it, and Mandy was going to get the grand finale once Grimm had enough. Seeing the body in front of him made him remember the good old days in Spain, where women were more than eager to give themselves up to vampires before getting bit. It calmed them down, and paid off on both sides. But this rough woman was nothing like those easy-giving ladies of Spain; nothing was easy with her. "How was it that your ancestors did it, huh? Do the same, and you'll get the ride of your life." The woman grinned and pushed her waist up, letting Grimm catch her wet legs in the air. With her dripping buttocks just above the water, the dick slowly ascended between them from below and started digging its way deeper and deeper. The look on Michelle's face was getting more and more closer to heavenly joy, as was the male vampire's too. When he finally got his member against the warmest entrance in the woman's body, the loose butthole almost opened itself and sucked the hard rod in, squeezing it to go deeper.

"Come on… I want it deeper." Michelle moaned, looking into Grimm's eyes.

Penetrating her rectum felt like warm jelly and a tight, brown entrance stopping it from leaving before it finished its job. Teasing the dark woman, he slowly pushed his cock into her asshole all the way to the hilt, but embedded it there and didn't move. Michelle was definitely less than satisfied, expecting a rough run that Mandy had gloated to her about.

"What? Are you some kind of bitch, huh?" She violently smacked the vampire inside her across the face with her fist, bringing out the demonic face he was keeping in. "Fuck me, Goddammit!"

Michelle's request was quickly fulfilled in a surprising burst of rapid thrusts into her bowels. Her insides almost didn't keep up with the furious shoving of her ass that Grimm's prick was administrating, making her let out groans and almost vomit.

"Ohhh, shit! You fucking beast! Is that all you got?" The woman managed to grunt between moans and other inadvertent noises that escaped her open mouth.

The water waved in the pool while Michelle's slack asscheeks kept splashing on the surface, trying to handle the rod running back and forth between them into her poopchute. Her spine kept slamming hard against the side of the pool, almost breaking her bones and creating long horizontal bruises on her back. Her boobs kept flying up and down in front of Grimm, who would have loved to grab them and suck the fat out of them, but he had his hands full holding onto the woman's legs and trying to keep her somewhat still while he slammed her in the ass. Fortunately, Mandy was there to handle Michelle's boobs, and grabbed the big nipples and squeezed them, only a fraction darker than her skin.

Grimm once again received a punch in her jaw as his pace was slowing down, but only to change position. His dick plopped out of the slimy butt and stood up in full glory, wanting more.

"You'd better put that thing back in there or I'll fucking bite it off!" Michelle cried out hornily and turned around on fours and spread her cheeks wide.

One thrust was sufficient to get her moaning again, and this time it was Grimm's time to smack her around. With his open palm, he left a red mark on the soft asscheek with a loud slap. The analwhore screamed in pain with every violent strike and grabbed onto the corner of the Jacuzzi for support as the pounding of her butthole continued, and made her feel like she was going to heaven after all.

Unfortunate for Michelle, Mandy had enough of watching and wanted Grimm to move onto her. Once again, the cock was pulled out of the dark-haired vampire's ass, but before it was inserted into the Empress, her highness had to have one little lick on the tip to get the taste of Michelle's rectum in her mouth. And straight out of her servant's ass, the shaft was inserted into her craving twat that had eagerly expected another visit for a very long time. Her meat-curtains shivered in delight when they finally felt the pulsing rod being pushed between them in an unholy act of sin. This time Grimm was against the side of the pool, with Mandy in his lap, riding the horse with her vice-like pussy that was coated with sweet oozing juice. Her hair jumped with every back-forth move she made that was giving both individuals sexual energy that was going to burst. She was in control, and she was going to use it to her advantage. The Empress closed her sex-toy in her embrace and pulled his head between her boobs, giving him the opportunity for a gentle bite on her tiny nipple.

"Oh, fucking shit! Oh, fucking shit! Cursed-fucking-Jesus, I'm gonna come!"

Mandy fell back and started convulsing around the cock, and her entire body was flopping in the water. Michelle returned the favor of massaging her breasts by giving her mistress a little ******** of her own and put her hand down to her butt, starting to rub her little brown hole.

Like a shot of electricity running through all of them, they all rose up five feet into the air when Grimm's hard member in her convulsing cunt and Michelle's finger on her asshole made Mandy squirt out her juice of passion with whimpering and wild wriggling. As they landed back into the pool, the scarred vampire grinned as he started feeling his juices erupting too.

"Here I come…" He grunted getting Mandy and Michelle set themselves back into the position they started in, letting Grimm sit back and relax, while the two of them started stroking the hard shaft with their hands, expecting the load that was close.

With open eyes and mouths, the girls received their payoff, getting jets and jets of warm sperm on their faces, seeming that the fountain was never going to stop. Soon both girls had swallowed a big load of semen, and their faces looked messy with white ooze on them.

"Sara… now it's your turn." Mandy moaned, still stroking the softening dick in her hand.

The gypsy girl had watched the entire show looking shocked, but imagine her surprise when the chains suddenly came off her and an invisible force carried her naked body through the air down to the pool where three hungry vampires waited. Dinner was served, and they didn't waste time in consuming it. Grimm, Mandy, and Michelle were sucking her neck, breast, and thigh dry, and the blood painted the water red as the girl screamed in agony of the horrible death. It wasn't long before her body was completely dry, and the vampires stopped their feeding, looking exhausted.

What they had forgotten was the original intention of the visit in the tower, but it soon came back to them, as the intention stood by the Jacuzzi, staring at the three younger vampires with its white monstrous eyes.

"Grimm Ghirad, descendant of Kiaran." Carlos bellowed as the vampires turned to look at the apparition.

Mandy's plan had worked; a surge of energy amplified with a vitalizing remedy did the trick, transferring their consumed strength into the corpse of an unnatural being in the vicinity. The burned monster was in the Empress' debt, but was he going to obey like the rest of them? Constantin was no ordinary vampire; he was a ruler of his own in Madrid.

"Oh, shit. That is not a pretty sight." Michelle calmly stated and tried to locate her clothes somewhere in the room.

Mandy smiled in delight, now passing the responsibility of taming the vampire lord to Grimm. You couldn't make out whether Carlos was smiling or not, since his facial muscles and skin wasn't there to observe, but if the fast rejuvenation of the process worked, he should be back to his normal self within hours.

"You know, we should probably get you some clothes." Grimm pointed out and got up from the pool with Michelle, bloody water dripping from their bodies as they went for their clothes.

"… Is that for me?" The burnt vampire pointed at the pool with the corpse and Mandy in it.

"Yes. This is your personal animating pool, all blooded up and ready to go." The Empress smiled and got up as well.

They could make out the creature nodding, and he slowly descended into the pool on his back. The remains of his former being started gathering up on his skeleton, the blood in the water helped too.

"We have much to discuss, if you're willing to get into it now?" Grimm asked, pulling his pants back on.

"Hmm… certainly." Carlos' bellowing started to turn back to his normal voice, and his tongue was gathering up to make more sense of his words.

When the vampires were done dressing, Carlos had already turned his muscles back, but was still missing his skin, hair, and pupils. "So, what is so important that I had to be brought back? And might I say, an excellent method of reincarnation."

"Nothing much, just the usual - werewolves, an old friend, and a Sentinel." Mandy replied and took a place at the side of the pool.

"Obviously were talking about dear Miguel, but werewolves and a Sentinel? This might take more effort than I thought."

"So you knew you were coming here?" Grimm asked sitting beside his ruler, followed by Michelle.

"Yes, I knew it was coming. When I heard that the old Emperor had been dethroned, I knew that Miguel wasn't going to just bend over and take a new ruler for himself. He was more than happy with Kiaran running things."

"Yeah, well. Old-fashioned methods have to be rendered obsolete, so he had to go." The brunette took up her opinion, getting no objections from Grimm.

"In any case, I had been stalked by a hit squad working for the church for a while, and I knew they were catching up to me fast. I also thought that the only person who could help in my reincarnation was Miguel, but I guess I was wrong. Intercepted delivery, but still I'm very glad it went down this way; I'd rather be on the winners' side in this battle."

Mandy was surprised that Carlos didn't need any more convincing, but at least it saved time. Grimm wasn't that excited about the criminal joining their rows in the high-ups, but again he had to obey orders. This addition would mean drastic changes to their community and the whole town.

*************

-December 27th-

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Lalaine, Britney, and Jamie stood up when the elevator doors opened just past midnight, and the four figures stepped into the lobby, one of them the infamous Carlos Constantin, now in full skin and clothing, a white collared shirt and black denim pants.

"Well it took you a while, didn't it? We've been waiting here for hours!" Jamie complained to Mandy, thinking she had a say in the subject.

The Empress decided to be patient with her young follower. "Sorry, it just took a little longer than we expected. Everyone, this is Carlos." The vampire lord gave the mortals and the little diva a small nod, slightly amused by what kind of people his mistress had surrounded herself with.

"So… I assume we'll be hitting the Saint right away?" He asked, trying to evaluate their chances of success in his head.

"Yes, that's the plan." Mandy replied, but her composure was broken when she didn't see Hilary anywhere. "What happened with Hil?"

"She just ran away into the blizzard. Crazy bitch, never liked her anyway." Jamie pertly answered, almost happy that she had pulled off that trick so she wouldn't have to stand her and Lalaine snuggling in front of her face.

"Well, I guess it can't be helped. Desanto is in the old clock tower north of the park and he's surrounded by a lot of guards. Vampires that won't attack him, even if I order so."

"They should be executed, then?" Carlos suggested and received a gun from Lalaine.

"Listen, it might not be Desanto, after all." The Philippine tried to get her thought out to the open, but Mandy wouldn't have it.

"Bullshit. We're hitting him immediately, no more questions asked. That bastard is gonna get his, right now!"

Sudden cries of terror came from outside, and once again the Empress felt her senses driving her head against a wall. This danger was far greater than any previous attempts to assassinate her. Emily was here… along with Anna, and an unknown element. Could the Sentinel be a werewolf? The remaining vampires armed themselves and headed outside, trailed by the humans that were frightened to death.

The harbor was a battlefront, two rows of fighters ready to spill blood in the snowstorm. In the blizzard stood the Empress of vampires, Mandy, leading Grimm, Michelle, Jamie, and the newly risen Carlos, with a few extraneous pawns, all standing in front of Britney and Lalaine, who eyed the company that had arrived to exterminate the ruler and her flunkies. The other front was about 30 feet toward the street from the bloodsuckers lead by Emily Perkins, the head werewolf-mother that had organized the kindred of wolf. Beside her stood Anna Paquin and Kate Beckinsale, all dressed in black trench coats, behind them a dozen werewolves grinning at the Nosferatu with their sharp teeth.

"It looks like this is it. It could have been so different, Grimm." Emily yelled across the area.

"I know. But this is the way it's gonna go down. No regrets." The masked vampire replied, readying his Glock for some major carnage.

Mandy took a few steps forward and Emily made the same move, trying in for some last minute words.

"You know, one of your group is the Sentinel. I can feel it." The Empress pointed out and had a look across the row of wolves and two mothers.

"Oh, the Sentinel is here, alright. But it's not in my rows. You should take a closer look in your little band, because it's hidden there, deep within those skin covers." Emily conversed back, noticing the new addition to Mandy's team. "You haven't thought about your new guard having something to do with it?"

"Same goes for you." The singer pointed at the shorthaired brunette standing behind the leader, trying to raise some suspicion as well.

Both smirked knowing that the negotiation wasn't going anywhere. Both wanted the other side gone, and neither was going to go out peacefully. Lalaine suddenly jumped between the two.

"Don't you get it? This is all because of that damn thing arriving here. Neither of you would've had the guts to attack if there wasn't chaos coming into town already."

Mandy had just about had enough of the girl's whining and grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up into the air. The cold was enough to make the girl's cheeks red, but the hand choking her windpipe to a pile was excruciating.

"You have no say in the matter, bitch! You wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do this…" Her hold was tightening, and while Emily and her gang was amused, Britney was going to stop the fight.

Unfortunately she didn't even get close before Jamie knocked her down into the snow.

"And you will stay back! Or you'll say hello to your new sire." Jamie growled all vamped up.

Mandy's hold was however interrupted at the last minute when a cross flew in the wind straight on her forehead, making her writhe in pain and drop on the ground. Woofer and Hilary rushed to Lalaine's aid who was also on the ground trying to breathe. While she lay there on her back the blonde tried to get her back up. "I couldn't find any help… I'm sorry."

The Empress quickly regained her composure and looked infuriated. "Why you little whore! I helped you and this is what I get?"

The blonde got her friend up from the ground and turned to Mandy. "I'm in no league with a murderer!"

"Desanto would be so disappointed in you, Lalaine. You're not even worth his look!" The vampire ruler hissed, readying herself to take care of both humans.

"Desanto walks no more." The voice of Kate came from behind Emily, and the severed head of Miguel Desanto flew in front of them. "He didn't even put up a good fight, kind of a pussy, really. You must be real chicken-shit not to have taken care of the bloody buffoon."

"… Well, that saves us the trouble, doesn't it? Tell me something, Emily…" Mandy interrupted her counterpart's smug smile. "Doesn't it strike you strange that the day you got yourself a new partner, the thing that's supposed to kill everything arrives in town?"

"The exact same thing could be said about your little friend. Isn't that Carlos Constantin, the infamous vampire lord who does the exact thing what the Sentinel does?"

The criminal Nosferatu bowed at Emily's comment smiling. "Same man, senorita."

"Well then, there's no more discussion." The Empress had had enough of talk.

In a surprising move, Britney cast the pieces of the broken silver crucifix into the crowd of werewolves and spread them out howling in pain. Emily growled and kicked Mandy down into the ground with a somersault, and morphed in mid-air to her werewolf-form. Guns started blazing in the direction of the wolves and the remaining two mothers changed their appearance in dodging the bullets as well. Three of the animals rushed through the bundle of vamps, making them lose formation, but their agility was far more superior than the bastard-dogs', and they all landed on their feet with their guns aimed at the nearest foe. Britney ran to Hilary and Lalaine, trying to get them back into the tower before they would become targets in the mayhem. She dragged the two horrified girls across the snow to the entrance with the barking dog and had one more look back at her sister, who was running toward the enemy with her gun rapidly going off. She had to let her go, the Jamie she knew was gone. The doors closed behind the three and they all lay down on the floor safe from the wolves.

Grimm and Michelle fought back-to-back making sure neither of them would get surprised and mauled from behind, protecting their Empress who was glaring around to see where Emily was. Karl and Hyde quickly met their maker in the fight, ripped into pieces by the new werewolf-mother, Kate. Fortunate for the vampires, Jamie managed to sink two bullets into her back before punched down by a regular werewolf with its last breath, but the mother just shook the badly aimed shots off and continued. Stuck under the cadaver, the little blonde had a hard time getting up.

Carlos didn't bother to reload his gun when he ran out of ammunition. He threw the hunk of metal to a wolf's skull and jumped on its back, holding on tight as the animal raged around to get him off its back. With a loud 'crack', the creature's neck was broken, and its face smashed on the ground. The vampire lord didn't waste time flaunting over his kill, but continued on to the next one.

Mandy bit her lip while punching through the steel plated wall, and ripped a small piece of silver from the inner wall of the tower with her nails bleeding onto the white snow. The knife-sized chunk of metal quickly proved useful as she parted from her guards to slash open a wolf's neck, giant howling echoing through every corner of the city and waking up anyone who hadn't already awoken to the ruckus. Before she could locate her new target, she felt the pressuring sense of a mother behind her, and quickly jumped up into the air dodging the fatal rush by Anna. Grimm pointed his weapon at the attacking wolf-leader and pulled the trigger, the 9mm bullet flying through the snowflakes, sinking into the creature's chest. Another howl traveled across town when the werewolf-mother had received a silver bullet directly into her heart, making the other two mothers scream at the loss also.

The vampire Empress smiled in arrogance and turned her head to the remaining wolf-leaders.

"See? You can't protect your kind! This will be your last breath!" In a risky unthinking move, she dove right into the midst of the werewolves, adrenaline rushing inside her undead body and waving the silver piece in her hand with speed and strength.

Kate barely evaded the sudden aggravated move and fell on her back, soon realizing that her head was being pointed at by little Jamie-Lynn's gun. The girl smiled in delight of executing a major threat, but just before the bullet shot out of the firearm, Kate managed to get out of the way with a spinning evasive move, cutting open the blonde's stomach with her claws.

It didn't take long for Jamie to realize what had just happened. She stood there for a while staring at the wound in her abdomen, and the gushing blood started to feel strangely familiar. The pain she had felt so short time ago returned with a vengeance, and she fell on her knees to the cold pavement covered in snow.

"… Britney?" She looked around, but saw only more blood and bodies, her sister not in sight.

Tears started forming behind her eyes as she fell back and watched the moon and stars above her, glimmering for her wishes possibly for the last time.

"Brit, come on, don't play around now. It really hurts…" The girl groaned as her body was getting weaker and weaker from the blood loss.

But no one answered, not one person came to her aid. They were all too busy trying to save their own skins to help the insignificant little brat.

It seemed very even when Kate returned to the battlefield to help Emily wipe out the Nosferatus of Glutton. The werewolves had ripped most of the vampires into pieces, even when their numbers had been falling back too. Two wolf-leaders were alive, leaving Mandy, Carlos, Grimm, and Michelle to fight both of them and two regular ones. The fighting stopped for a second as they realized how close they were to the conclusion, both forces standing only a few feet away from each other.

"It looks like you're running out of soldiers, Empress. Leave the city now and you'll go alive." Emily morphed to human and gave one more threat to close the case without wiping out the rest of the bloodsuckers.

"You can go straight to hell, bitch. I haven't pulled all my aces, yet." Mandy smiled as she felt that help was closer than the werewolves knew.

Ten rapid shots came from the fence behind the animals, surprising everyone except the Empress, who felt enormous satisfaction from seeing the two regular werewolves falling down onto the ground, dead. Leré and Salvatore stood behind the wolf-leaders, the Spaniard with his broadsword up in the air and the French tarantella with a smoking gun in her hand.

Emily quickly noticed that Kate had also returned to human form, but not because she had something to say. A bullet had pierced her body, straight through her lungs. "Bloody hell…" The newly recruited werewolf-mother stated before falling on the ground. The last leader kneeled down to the victim of the ambush and ran her fingers across the dying woman's face, giving her some last words before admitting her defeat.

The vampire Empress was overjoyed, but held back most of her emotions to look controlled. "Now, Emily. I know you won't mind joining me in the tower." She laughed at the broken woman on her knees.

Michelle ran to Jamie who was still breathing feebly. "We need to hurry. Jame's hurt pretty bad."

"No matter, we'll fix her up. Let's carry Kate and Anna up there too." Mandy's words made Emily almost jump on her, but the guns pointing at her said otherwise. "Careful with this one, though. She might be a little… upset."

Salvatore and Grimm grabbed the bodies of the mothers, and all headed back to the tower where Britney, Hilary, and Lalaine were waiting. When Brit saw her sister's condition, she quickly walked to Michelle who was carrying her.

"Is it bad?"

"Nah, she's just lost a lot of blood. Nothing a little snack won't improve." The dark-haired woman estimated looking at the covered wound that was still bleeding.

"Can I volunteer?" Big sis asked with fear in her voice.

"Sure, but we'll see if we can eat something else first."

The remaining soldiers of the war traveled up the elevator, being very careful not to make the werewolves touch the walls of silver. Emily was disgusted to tears at the feeling of being inside a silver box all the way up to the top, but she had no chance but to cooperate if she had a shot of making it out alive. Anna was dead, and Kate wasn't far from that either.

"Put Jamie on the bed, Michelle. Paulette and Grimm? Don't let your guard down for a second." Mandy ordered and fetched some pure alcohol from the cupboard.

Jamie was carefully set on the bed, and Britney removed the emergency bandage that had been torn from a dead vampire's shirt. The wound had started closing up, but the dried blood all over her little sister's tummy looked awful enough to make her eyes wet.

"You stupid girl… stupid, stupid girl." She kept repeating while pouring the alcohol on the wound to clean it up. Jamie just smiled, not feeling any more pain after the slash had started to heal and the blood lost had made her pretty numb. She needed to have blood fast.

"… But I kicked ass… didn't I?" The little girl whimpered, struggling to stay awake.

Emily sat beside the Jacuzzi, still guarded with two guns and Salvatore's sword. Kate was set beside her, looking weak and pale. Her wound wasn't going to be treated; the Empress was going to let her rot there in pain. It wasn't just torture for the new mother, but for the only one who was left too.

"Can't you sons of bitches at least give her something for the pain?"

"It was your choice to attack, not mine." Mandy replied and walked to the wolf-leader.

"Sure, I'm positive that you weren't planning on attacking us any time soon, right?"

"You'll never find out now, will you?" The Empress smiled and took a sip from her wineglass, this time filled with ordinary red wine.

Lalaine sat on the coffin next to the bed, watching Hilary who was at the other side, tending to Jamie. This is what it had come down to, all her effort managed to save Hil, but she couldn't help little Jamie-Lynn to stay away from the vampire world. Desanto's death was in her head too. Even though he was a cold-blooded murderer before, he had stayed away from all that for so long. So what if he was going to resurrect Carlos? The reason had probably died with him… but Lalaine's love had died with him. All that was left now was anger and regret.

Britney blamed herself more than she needed to, but some of her thoughts were the truth. She had come here and allowed her little sister to work at a vampire brothel, and she had given that crucifix to her that had ultimately sealed her fate. Just one piece of metal had ruined everything. There she was sitting now, cleaning a deep wound running across the girl's stomach that had nearly killed her. Insanity was close to her, but she had no time to freak out.

Grimm's head was turning around, now pointing a gun at the person who he had been a friend to for years before Mandy had taken charge of things. Why did he let go of his kingdom that was guaranteed for him? Why did he kill his father for this woman with no diplomacy to run the town? The largest question in his head was why he had let go of the memory of his strongest love, eternal love, to sleep with a person he ultimately didn't care for half as much? It had to stop. Right now.

"… Mandy?" He let go of his composure and lowered his weapon.

"What the hell are you doing? Do you want her to kill us?" The Empress looked surprised at her closest guard's behavior.

"… It's over."

The lights suddenly went out and everyone startled. One by one, screams of agony echoed in the room, and the walls covered with blood. Disgusting sounds of ripping flesh were the last thing the victims of the Sentinel heard as it tore every single person inside to unrecognizable lumps, spreading blood with every strike in the room. Bones crumbled into tiny pieces and organs were mashed together tearing each other apart until there was nothing more to be destroyed. The Sentinel stood in the middle of the room in shadows, bloody dripping hands shaking frantically and eyes filled with madness of destruction.

"My own puzzle of flesh…"