AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Vanderson Vampires
CONTENT WARNING: ELEMENTS OF DUBCON, PRIMAL PLAY, BLOOD PLAY, VAMPIRES
Clutching the golden cross that hung around my neck, I walked underneath the black metal archway and onto the Vanderson’s Property. Every year on the last night in October, a nun was sacrificed to the monsters of this land to satisfy their hunger until the next year.
This year, the head priest in my village had selected me.
A large bat swooped down from the archway, his wing grazing against my shoulder. He flew ahead toward the castle, his body disappearing into the large dark clouds that laid overhead.
Heavy tears trembled in my eyes, but I continued forward in order to protect my loved ones back home. No nun had ever returned, and many of their bodies had been dumped deep in the woods, found with bite marks on their necks, their bodies pale and bloodless.
I followed the zigzagging path up the slight sloping mountain to a gray Victorian-style castle with red lights glimmering from the top rooms. When I spotted the line of nuns standing outside of a side door, I clasped my cross tighter.
This was for my sisters. This was for my people. This was for my family.
We stood in the freezing cold for hours, waiting to be checked in and categorized by blood-type. “Next!” a tall burly man with pale skin and dull fangs shouted at me.
With my hands clasped together, I scurried into the building and out of the cold for the first time today. My lips were numb, my fingers shaking. I stood in front of him, stared at the stone floor, and shivered.
I didn’t want to be here, but I had no other choice.
He stalked around me, looked me up and down, then gave a dissatisfied grunt. I closed my eyes and muttered a prayer, hoping that somehow I would live through this torture.
“Finger,” he ordered.
Once I presented my index finger to him, he drew a sharp claw across it and cut my skin. A bead of blood dripped out onto my flesh. He scrunched his nose and shoved me toward an old steel door.
“First commoner of the group!” he shouted. “Bring her to the back.”
Another vampire snatched my neck and steered me down a long hallway lined with metal cells. Nuns filled the cages, some dressed in their traditional garbs while others had had their skirts cut short or their tops ripped off so their tits hung out.
Some vampires walked up and down the corridor, scanning the cages for their next meal. I pressed my lips together and hoped that because my blood was common, nobody would want me.
Or maybe… that’d just be worse for me. Because then someone would suck me dry and kill me in one night. While nuns with tastier blood might live to see other days because the vampires didn’t want to lose them.
I spotted the nun sacrificed from my village last year sitting in one of the less common blood type rooms with fang marks all over her neck. I balled my hands into tight fists by my side and swore to myself that I wouldn’t cry.
But I… was a goner.
I wouldn’t live until morning. I would be bled dry tonight by a commoner who couldn’t control himself. I would have done my duty to the village and to my family.
“Walk,” the vampire behind me growled.
After stumbling down the hallway, we walked into a back room that didn’t have anyone else in it, which only confirmed my growing theory even more. Commoners didn’t stay around that long.
He bound my wrist to a chain and shut the door. I sat on the cold stone floor and chewed on the inside of my cheek, a terrible habit that I thought I had quit for good during Lent last year.
Hours later, the same burly man who checked me into the Vanderson’s Property walked into the room and sat at a metal desk, picking up a pencil to write some notes.
The large bat that I had seen earlier on my walk onto the estate swooped into the room and perched on the windowsill, his wings outstretching and his body morphing into one of a vampire.
Dark messy hair. Pale skin. Black tattoos that crawled up his arms and torso.
He folded his wings back into his body and leapt off the windowsill and into the room. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and walked toward me. “A gift for the night of the monster.”
The master nodded. “A gift indeed, but there are others you should see first in the other room.” The master placed a hand on the vampire’s shoulder, guiding him into the corridor.
When they disappeared, I huddled in the corner and grasped my cross, praying that God would save me, hoping that he wouldhearmy prayers in this forsaken place.
