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Saturday, June 30, 2018
Trouble for Your New Job
Stop right there- you're messing with my profile picture girl!
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Friday, June 29, 2018
Good Shape... for Benefits!
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Saturday, June 23, 2018
The Blue Dragon Diva
This is one currently inactive blogger's OC and self-insert as a mermaid.
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Corruption of a Hero
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Saturday, June 16, 2018
The First Autocloset Malfunction
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Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Friday, June 8, 2018
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Monday, January 1, 2018
Interlude
That's all for the 1st series. Between the 2 series was a large writing block and other real life issues pulling away my attention. Actually, the last caption of the 1st series, What Chant Practice?: http://tgworkshop.blogspot.com/2018/08/what-chant-practice.html is something of an intermediate between the 2 series, both in the theme and idea behind the caption. The 1st series focuses on "What can be done", testing the limits of TG writing, while the 2nd series is a return to familiar themes, presenting some new gimmicks and twists. That caption has both, a new outcome developing on one of the other's ideas.
Posts after this will be from the 2nd series, written during the months leading up to now. Enjoy!
Posts after this will be from the 2nd series, written during the months leading up to now. Enjoy!
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Eliminating Competition
You should know the disappearance of the CEO of ReInspire months ago,
who missed an important press conference presenting a novel therapy in
everyone’s rumors. Not many know how exactly it works, but that is far
less important than his whereabouts now. As you can guess, I am writing
to blow the whistle, and the secret is barely believable, even when I
recalled the whole affair.
To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
I need to purge
my mind for writing this, even though without this, the heinous deeds
of my superior will never see the light. I have already submitted my
resignation and planned to leave the industry as far as possible,
possibly moving out of the US. For you, I beg to publicize this in the
coverage and investigate into all things related, and I should provide
you all that I know, even when a good part of this may be barely real-
not even I am sure of it.
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To be sincere, I am employed by one of the large pharmaceutical companies- “Big Pharma” if you will- as one of the more senior members, though no longer when this comes out. This allows me to gain some access to the top management without being a member, and often some deals and decisions done under the table. The affair of ReInspire’s CEO (please name him in the coverage) is one of the darker ones.
Apologies for the long introduction. In one of the late audiences with my higher-up just before the CEO’s disappearance, he was aghast at how the new therapy would strongly undercut our sales on its conventional counterpart, and at how new start-up are changing the order of business landscapes. Now, he noted, even the sectors dominated by “Big” businesses are being slowly eroded. That was of course relevant to our company as a financial successful business, even when most of its fortunes are built on exploiting patients (and we know it without changing that). While slightly infuriated, he was mentally prepared for what he planned next.
Before discussing serious matters, he mentioned to me that he was seeking some spicing in his private life, since his girlfriends (He is supposed to be married, but has been flirting around) were all too dull by this point. This was the opposite of his public image as a professional and what I had in my mind, yet I did not question for him to continue. Now, after condemning the new start-up, he was directing some attacks onto its CEO- the one not found- and remarked “he is no good except for being an underling”. This seems innocent at first, but as he explained some depraved plan emerged. He concluded, “maybe our more novel therapy can be tested on him.”
Days later, after the CEO’s absence, I was summoned to one of the most remote laboratories to witness. What I threw behind my mind as a farce became real: behind the one-way glass, someone recognizable was bonded and tied to the chair, eyes covered and mouth gagged. Though with them obscuring a good part of his face, he was no one other than the missing one the public was wanting. Through some illegal way or another, my superior had his first step into dangerous territory. “As you see, this is not some kind of farce you believed. The plan is real, and he will certainly be what he should have been.”
Under his instruction laboratorians pinched him with a needle plugged into some liquid which I assumed to be the “novel therapy” he mentioned. I might be a bystander, but still this was morally objectionable and I had an urge to remove him from this. But I didn’t, my superior was there and I might be the next subject if I failed. As soon as the injection started, maybe from the irresistible pain, he was struggling more desperately, but then, the more he tried, his figure was more reduced. Most visible were a pair of protrusions forming on the chest and the hair extending behind the back, but not far below the shoulder, becoming blonde in color. It was not long before she fell stiff, likely from anesthetic working at the end of the process. By then, I knew he was gone.
“The main thing to do then is to train her as my new underling. I have hired some, I would say, professionals from Eastern Europe who should take care of her well.” This was too terrible to be true, I genuinely hoped, but the day just before myself writing this, there was a demented opportunity to observe the newly trained sex slave. She was obedient to every command he gave, as far as the wicked mind of the new master conceived, and performed all sexual positions to please her master.
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Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
What Chant Practice?
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Thursday, September 14, 2017
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Sunday, August 6, 2017
A Girl Found One Morning
Darkness. It pervades all that light cannot reach, and when the most
radiant light of all sets into the oblique side of the land, night
brings darkness. But as humans invented lighting, darkness may not reign
over the will of those toiling under a candle or lamp.
She sat on the top of a tree, patiently watching a suburb descending into slumber and lighting going out. She had always preferred darkness over light. Darkness is solemn and mystical, and if you see into it, it provides great depth where light cannot imitate. Darkness is a beauty unto itself, but not remotely light. Light may be radiant, but imperious and violent. She could not stay too long under light or it would erode her body, thinning her life until she was too weak.
She did not see why men would prefer having lights on in the night when it was rightful and bodily needed to rest, unlike her being more vibrant, though waning recently. In front of this house she faced, a white car pulled in and a tired man exited from the garage. He was optimal and she knew what he was good for.
“Wham!” I braked when my car hit something. I was freaking sure there was nothing in my view, not a pile of trash, not cats or dogs or birds or anything, just paved road and nothing else. Then how could something appeared or ran in without me seeing?
No matter what, I needed to go out to see what’s got hit… Damn, it’s a girl! Someone probably going to high or middle, but me hitting her into fainting and lying here. I wonder how much I would need to pay her family for medical expenses. At least my car was barely scratched so I could save a bit on repair.
For the girl in question, She was just brunette and long-haired, nothing notable about her looks except being a bit pale. The dress was crimson and lined, she wore a white shirt under that, nothing quite unusual. Good thing she didn’t seemed injured or bleeding, or I might get into a lawsuit with her parents. Her frailness got me into trouble, but there was no time for me to moan. Some people were already filming the whole thing on phone, so to clear my name I called the cops to tell them of the found.
After dropping her in the nearest substation I hurried back to my car and returned on my route to work. The cops would know what to do with her, sending her to the nearest hospital and finding her parents, I comforted myself. I was almost late when I arrived at the bicycle company, but being one of the partners I could give myself some leeway in well, a lot of things. Not that I wanted to be lazy, but accidents always happen.
I almost forgot her at the end of my day, being overwhelmed by business and design, until I arrived at my car for the trip back home. Maybe I could call the substation for some of my questions about her.
The sheriff told me that she was fine in the hospital, but there’s a problem: they had no idea where she’s from, and even in that state it was almost useless to talk with her, mostly in coma or too weak to talk. So, there was almost nothing everyone could know about her at this point. If I had no idea and I couldn’t help her in any way, why not just forgot about her and focus more on my own life?
Some of the nights I dropped my work to grab a few beer with a few of my pals, that’s a good way to keep up with all the stress. Beside us was some other guy with pints of beer waiting for someone else. I remembered him used to drink with a few others, but today no one showed up, only him, and he was impatiently calling someone. “What’s up with him?” I asked Sean who knew a lot of others drinking here. “His drinking pals disappeared one by one, and he is trying to investigate with the only one of them left. Maybe he is out be luck.” Soon he was frustrated and left the bar. “Let’s hope he can have some no-so-bad news,” I wished.
“By the way, speaking of meeting people, weeks ago at the morning I hit someone.” To this Sean affectionately said, “Who did you hit? How this went?” “She was a middle or high school girl that’s quite forgettable. I almost forget her face except she’s brunette.” “A school girl, it’s a big deal. How did you deal with her?” “Sent her to the cops. Either she’s still in hospital or she’s back to her dorm or home or something.”
Sean wasn’t without idea, so he suggested me to find her and know her state. That way, I could also reconcile with her family if she had one. This sounded good on paper, but hard to do when her identity was still a question for me. I tried to call the cops, but they still had no hints of her identity. Actually, they claimed, she refused to talk with any of the cops after she’d recovered.
Worse, she left when someone claiming to be her boyfriend took her out. In those cases the hospital won’t trust the guy, but no one understood the decision. It’s doubtful if he’s even her boyfriend or not, since the next day someone bearing a likeness of him was found dead in the woods by hikers. No indication of causes of death, just a great mystery. Whoever the murderer was, it was not her, the weak defenseless girl.
Luck came to me on another morning, when I saw her walking to school. At first I didn’t recognize her, her face being that forgettable, and not until she called to me. “You… You… are you… the one… who hit me?” While she could barely speak, I remembered. She was the exact same girl, from the hair to the pale skin, to the ruby dress. I wasn’t sure if I was hallucinating from hour of night work or something, but she was definitely here. Strangely for the suburb, she wasn’t traveling on on a car or living in a dorm, so there was a chance of she running in some problem sooner or later, given she was this frail and pale.
“Yes, it was me, but it’s an accident. Are you better now?” She nodded even though she was barely healthier than in the accident. “Don’t seem to be so.” I knew that’s not a compliment, but seeing her being like this, I could help myself. “Do you want to have a ride?” She nodded again, this time a bit harder.
En route I tried to interact with her but she was still quite unresponsive. If she still treated me as a stranger, she won’t be on my car. So she had to be tired in the morning. “You OK?” “Fine,” she only said. So far, of anything I asked, I knew she was called Rosa, and she, being a recent exchange student, lived with a friend she knew online. “Why not take your host’s car and instead walk on feet?” No answer. “Where do you come from?” She said “Europe,” without giving any country. Many other stuff I asked, and no reply. Not sure if she didn’t what to reply or she’s still too tired.
“Here you are, the high school you’re going.” “Thank you,” she left the car and moved towards the compound, almost fainting in the short walk. “Poor girl,” I thought.
Maybe Rosa took my advice and went to the school with her friend, but after that I hadn’t seen her for some time. I didn’t expect to know a lot of her by these 2 encounters, but whenever I remembered her, she was shrouded in secrecy. Her look was plain, but the face seemed distant. Being silent also helped the mystery without letting me know more of her.
If she hadn’t came one night, I would forget her. When I opened the door, I could see her standing there, in the same crimson dress as before. Her appearance was surprising to me- I just hit her once and drove her the other time, and no more. “Sorry for being awkward, but I need to thank you. All those time here I’ve been walking to school. Usually I’m very tired at the morning, so I often faint in the middle of the way. At least I know that now,” she was much more fluent now, far from when I first met her. “Thank you for coming, but it’s me who need to visit you and say sorry.”
I wanted to visit her friend to know more about her, but in the end she stayed at my home. When I asked her about her friend, she said, “Do you think she want to know you?” To dodge me. She was much attentive then at first, at least answering some of my questions, but remained much more of her to herself than anyone would to a new friend. Well, I still didn’t know about her family or home. Stranger still, she suddenly had an interest in me, or maybe a crush, while I was still keeping her at arm’s length, or else I couldn’t her abrupt eagerness from only meeting me twice. Despite this she was amicable and most importantly, willing to forgive me for that accident.
Since that day, I was more and more worn out. At first it was like a small flu that didn’t stop me from working, just a bit less efficient than usual, then dizziness and tiredness set in to hamper my productivity. I fainted a few times and took a few leaves for those. It intensified until I had to resign from work, since I might die if I hadn’t stopped. My life was drained away bit by bit every night, waking up every morning worse off, and I was not sure if I got any sickness or it was related with Rosa. But every night I dreamed of her- not that I was attracted to her, but she was coming here in the dreams from outside the window, biting me and sucking my blood from the neck. It went to the point when my senses took the dream to be real- they were too blurred at that point to be any clearer, and that meant I was very ill.
Soon I was going to hospital with the help of Sean to find a cure for the sickness. But in the night before I was going to be hospitalized, I was wide awake and saw her leaping in for one last time. This time, she approached me without making a pain in my neck, but I felt I was lifted up from the bed and out from the window. She was certainly too weak to lift me, but now she had superhuman strength from nowhere. I was no sharp-minded, but I was sure I was dying when my hallucinations went to this length.
In this dream I was penetrating forests, shifting along freeways, leaping through states or I would had myself believed, and I ended up in a big hall- I couldn’t see clearly. When I was wider awake, I found myself sitting on a bench and Rosa besides me.
“You… You… what do you want to do to me?” Without any strength I tried to scream, but then there was no answer. Or the answer was her face, still nondescript, but now with bright eyes shining as the eclipsed moon, and to my disbelief, a pair of pointy ears. Her face… scarring me made my sickness go away, but something worse was upon me. Or my neck.
It was the same pinch in the neck again, then my vitality was drawn from all my parts… through vessels and veins… flowing out from my body into her… What was different now was that… when she had drawn… only bit by bit… everything… was sucked… away… now… cold…
Now… blood… entered… my vein… but it… was not mine… Whose could it be?
It was hers, of course… as more and more of her life was given to me, my body felt intense pain, my cells reacting as they should from the blood invasion. But mine human cells was inferior to her vicious blood, so more and more of my cells was now destroyed… no, transformed… no, enhanced into better cells in her likeness.
It started from the veins and vessels, then as the capillaries go, more and more parts of my body was rewritten, maybe from my DNA. Then real physical changes started appearing. My body hairs retracted into my body as my skin became paler and more virgin-like, as if bathed in pure blood. My frame loosened into something matching Rosa’s with shorter and finer limbs, but now more reinforced than I had been. Smaller thighs and slimmer waist was lighter and more suiting for what I would become, and a decent bust will certainly help luring. With a bit of moaning in my new high voice, Night-like hair shot out from the old blonde hair and reaching as long as hers.
The new form was complete with the flower on my head and my new lingerie like outfit. Now, Rosa looked at me again with her eyes, now knowing our purpose here with the telepathy. I was to pretend to be her friend receiving her here, and we would then prey for more in the local high. Those were what we do as vampire girls.
We left the hall and transported ourselves back to “my” new home, now refurnished, and planned forward to our next prey… The original guy had a friend called Sean, and that would be a good staring point for us.
Sean opened his sick friend’s door and entered the house to retrieve him, only to find a setting vastly more girly than his friend’s. “Hello? Anyone here? Strange, he had no girl, just himself living here. It was the right door number. Where’s him? I got to call Sam and search for our missing ones.” Sam’s number led to some girl also called Sam, not his friend, and that Sam was in that runaway hit idol group Sean had seen on the web. “No, fuck, fuck!” He cursed as 2 girls appeared behind him, one brunette and one deep blue-haired.
She sat on the top of a tree, patiently watching a suburb descending into slumber and lighting going out. She had always preferred darkness over light. Darkness is solemn and mystical, and if you see into it, it provides great depth where light cannot imitate. Darkness is a beauty unto itself, but not remotely light. Light may be radiant, but imperious and violent. She could not stay too long under light or it would erode her body, thinning her life until she was too weak.
She did not see why men would prefer having lights on in the night when it was rightful and bodily needed to rest, unlike her being more vibrant, though waning recently. In front of this house she faced, a white car pulled in and a tired man exited from the garage. He was optimal and she knew what he was good for.
“Wham!” I braked when my car hit something. I was freaking sure there was nothing in my view, not a pile of trash, not cats or dogs or birds or anything, just paved road and nothing else. Then how could something appeared or ran in without me seeing?
No matter what, I needed to go out to see what’s got hit… Damn, it’s a girl! Someone probably going to high or middle, but me hitting her into fainting and lying here. I wonder how much I would need to pay her family for medical expenses. At least my car was barely scratched so I could save a bit on repair.
For the girl in question, She was just brunette and long-haired, nothing notable about her looks except being a bit pale. The dress was crimson and lined, she wore a white shirt under that, nothing quite unusual. Good thing she didn’t seemed injured or bleeding, or I might get into a lawsuit with her parents. Her frailness got me into trouble, but there was no time for me to moan. Some people were already filming the whole thing on phone, so to clear my name I called the cops to tell them of the found.
After dropping her in the nearest substation I hurried back to my car and returned on my route to work. The cops would know what to do with her, sending her to the nearest hospital and finding her parents, I comforted myself. I was almost late when I arrived at the bicycle company, but being one of the partners I could give myself some leeway in well, a lot of things. Not that I wanted to be lazy, but accidents always happen.
I almost forgot her at the end of my day, being overwhelmed by business and design, until I arrived at my car for the trip back home. Maybe I could call the substation for some of my questions about her.
The sheriff told me that she was fine in the hospital, but there’s a problem: they had no idea where she’s from, and even in that state it was almost useless to talk with her, mostly in coma or too weak to talk. So, there was almost nothing everyone could know about her at this point. If I had no idea and I couldn’t help her in any way, why not just forgot about her and focus more on my own life?
Some of the nights I dropped my work to grab a few beer with a few of my pals, that’s a good way to keep up with all the stress. Beside us was some other guy with pints of beer waiting for someone else. I remembered him used to drink with a few others, but today no one showed up, only him, and he was impatiently calling someone. “What’s up with him?” I asked Sean who knew a lot of others drinking here. “His drinking pals disappeared one by one, and he is trying to investigate with the only one of them left. Maybe he is out be luck.” Soon he was frustrated and left the bar. “Let’s hope he can have some no-so-bad news,” I wished.
“By the way, speaking of meeting people, weeks ago at the morning I hit someone.” To this Sean affectionately said, “Who did you hit? How this went?” “She was a middle or high school girl that’s quite forgettable. I almost forget her face except she’s brunette.” “A school girl, it’s a big deal. How did you deal with her?” “Sent her to the cops. Either she’s still in hospital or she’s back to her dorm or home or something.”
Sean wasn’t without idea, so he suggested me to find her and know her state. That way, I could also reconcile with her family if she had one. This sounded good on paper, but hard to do when her identity was still a question for me. I tried to call the cops, but they still had no hints of her identity. Actually, they claimed, she refused to talk with any of the cops after she’d recovered.
Worse, she left when someone claiming to be her boyfriend took her out. In those cases the hospital won’t trust the guy, but no one understood the decision. It’s doubtful if he’s even her boyfriend or not, since the next day someone bearing a likeness of him was found dead in the woods by hikers. No indication of causes of death, just a great mystery. Whoever the murderer was, it was not her, the weak defenseless girl.
Luck came to me on another morning, when I saw her walking to school. At first I didn’t recognize her, her face being that forgettable, and not until she called to me. “You… You… are you… the one… who hit me?” While she could barely speak, I remembered. She was the exact same girl, from the hair to the pale skin, to the ruby dress. I wasn’t sure if I was hallucinating from hour of night work or something, but she was definitely here. Strangely for the suburb, she wasn’t traveling on on a car or living in a dorm, so there was a chance of she running in some problem sooner or later, given she was this frail and pale.
“Yes, it was me, but it’s an accident. Are you better now?” She nodded even though she was barely healthier than in the accident. “Don’t seem to be so.” I knew that’s not a compliment, but seeing her being like this, I could help myself. “Do you want to have a ride?” She nodded again, this time a bit harder.
En route I tried to interact with her but she was still quite unresponsive. If she still treated me as a stranger, she won’t be on my car. So she had to be tired in the morning. “You OK?” “Fine,” she only said. So far, of anything I asked, I knew she was called Rosa, and she, being a recent exchange student, lived with a friend she knew online. “Why not take your host’s car and instead walk on feet?” No answer. “Where do you come from?” She said “Europe,” without giving any country. Many other stuff I asked, and no reply. Not sure if she didn’t what to reply or she’s still too tired.
“Here you are, the high school you’re going.” “Thank you,” she left the car and moved towards the compound, almost fainting in the short walk. “Poor girl,” I thought.
Maybe Rosa took my advice and went to the school with her friend, but after that I hadn’t seen her for some time. I didn’t expect to know a lot of her by these 2 encounters, but whenever I remembered her, she was shrouded in secrecy. Her look was plain, but the face seemed distant. Being silent also helped the mystery without letting me know more of her.
If she hadn’t came one night, I would forget her. When I opened the door, I could see her standing there, in the same crimson dress as before. Her appearance was surprising to me- I just hit her once and drove her the other time, and no more. “Sorry for being awkward, but I need to thank you. All those time here I’ve been walking to school. Usually I’m very tired at the morning, so I often faint in the middle of the way. At least I know that now,” she was much more fluent now, far from when I first met her. “Thank you for coming, but it’s me who need to visit you and say sorry.”
I wanted to visit her friend to know more about her, but in the end she stayed at my home. When I asked her about her friend, she said, “Do you think she want to know you?” To dodge me. She was much attentive then at first, at least answering some of my questions, but remained much more of her to herself than anyone would to a new friend. Well, I still didn’t know about her family or home. Stranger still, she suddenly had an interest in me, or maybe a crush, while I was still keeping her at arm’s length, or else I couldn’t her abrupt eagerness from only meeting me twice. Despite this she was amicable and most importantly, willing to forgive me for that accident.
Since that day, I was more and more worn out. At first it was like a small flu that didn’t stop me from working, just a bit less efficient than usual, then dizziness and tiredness set in to hamper my productivity. I fainted a few times and took a few leaves for those. It intensified until I had to resign from work, since I might die if I hadn’t stopped. My life was drained away bit by bit every night, waking up every morning worse off, and I was not sure if I got any sickness or it was related with Rosa. But every night I dreamed of her- not that I was attracted to her, but she was coming here in the dreams from outside the window, biting me and sucking my blood from the neck. It went to the point when my senses took the dream to be real- they were too blurred at that point to be any clearer, and that meant I was very ill.
Soon I was going to hospital with the help of Sean to find a cure for the sickness. But in the night before I was going to be hospitalized, I was wide awake and saw her leaping in for one last time. This time, she approached me without making a pain in my neck, but I felt I was lifted up from the bed and out from the window. She was certainly too weak to lift me, but now she had superhuman strength from nowhere. I was no sharp-minded, but I was sure I was dying when my hallucinations went to this length.
In this dream I was penetrating forests, shifting along freeways, leaping through states or I would had myself believed, and I ended up in a big hall- I couldn’t see clearly. When I was wider awake, I found myself sitting on a bench and Rosa besides me.
“You… You… what do you want to do to me?” Without any strength I tried to scream, but then there was no answer. Or the answer was her face, still nondescript, but now with bright eyes shining as the eclipsed moon, and to my disbelief, a pair of pointy ears. Her face… scarring me made my sickness go away, but something worse was upon me. Or my neck.
It was the same pinch in the neck again, then my vitality was drawn from all my parts… through vessels and veins… flowing out from my body into her… What was different now was that… when she had drawn… only bit by bit… everything… was sucked… away… now… cold…
Now… blood… entered… my vein… but it… was not mine… Whose could it be?
It was hers, of course… as more and more of her life was given to me, my body felt intense pain, my cells reacting as they should from the blood invasion. But mine human cells was inferior to her vicious blood, so more and more of my cells was now destroyed… no, transformed… no, enhanced into better cells in her likeness.
It started from the veins and vessels, then as the capillaries go, more and more parts of my body was rewritten, maybe from my DNA. Then real physical changes started appearing. My body hairs retracted into my body as my skin became paler and more virgin-like, as if bathed in pure blood. My frame loosened into something matching Rosa’s with shorter and finer limbs, but now more reinforced than I had been. Smaller thighs and slimmer waist was lighter and more suiting for what I would become, and a decent bust will certainly help luring. With a bit of moaning in my new high voice, Night-like hair shot out from the old blonde hair and reaching as long as hers.
The new form was complete with the flower on my head and my new lingerie like outfit. Now, Rosa looked at me again with her eyes, now knowing our purpose here with the telepathy. I was to pretend to be her friend receiving her here, and we would then prey for more in the local high. Those were what we do as vampire girls.
We left the hall and transported ourselves back to “my” new home, now refurnished, and planned forward to our next prey… The original guy had a friend called Sean, and that would be a good staring point for us.
Sean opened his sick friend’s door and entered the house to retrieve him, only to find a setting vastly more girly than his friend’s. “Hello? Anyone here? Strange, he had no girl, just himself living here. It was the right door number. Where’s him? I got to call Sam and search for our missing ones.” Sam’s number led to some girl also called Sam, not his friend, and that Sam was in that runaway hit idol group Sean had seen on the web. “No, fuck, fuck!” He cursed as 2 girls appeared behind him, one brunette and one deep blue-haired.
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