She arrived at the inn and paid the driver as promised. While she bent forward to give him the fare he peered down the front of her dress and became aroused.
He wanted to drag her back into the cab and rape her. Rachel just smiled as she walked away and told him to drive safely. The sisters had watched her arrive and met her at the door. Introductions were made and Rachel became aware of their intent, since each of them revealed their thoughts without realizing it. Rachel also heard her Master’s thoughts, “Do not worry, I am with you and I will not allow them to harm you.” Reassured she entered the Inn and was shown to her room. When she returned, she was carrying the bottle of wine. She handed it to Amanda whose eyes lit up.
“We drink this same wine” Amanda said.
“I know, the bottle shop owner told me; that is why I bought it. It’s a thank you for sharing this night with me.”
“So tell us about you; are you Wiccan?” Destiny asked. Rachel knew nothing of witchcraft or the Wiccan ways, but her Master provided her with the story which she just repeated.
“No not Wiccan, I am a true practitioner; it has been in my family for generations. From the time I was born, my mother and grandmother taught me ritual and spells. It made me an outcast in school so I was home schooled. I knew no others like me at home and since the passing of both my mother and grandmother have felt isolated.”
“And how did you hear about our inn?” Eve asked. The sisters were enthralled, they knew that others existed, but had not encountered anyone in two centuries. They believed all the others were in hiding or had founded the Wiccan community which they wanted nothing to do with.
“You probably are not going to believe this, but it was in a vision. I saw you all, but there was a man with you. He was dark and not one of us.” The sisters knew she was referring to Vlad. “He brought you to this place, but then disappeared from all my visions”
“I guess you do have the gift. There was a man and he did bring us here, but one night left us never to be seen again. This is the perfect story for All Hallows Eve, but let’s pops the cork on your wine and enjoy a taste before you continue” Amanda was nervous as were her sisters; Vlad’s existence and disappearance were not common knowledge and aside from the five sisters, no one else should have known. She got a corkscrew and glasses; opened the bottle and distributed it among the six glasses.
“I’d like to make a toast” Rachel said, “To our Sabbat and our mothers’ teachings” She lifted her glass; the others hesitated, but did the same. Rachel sipped the wine, while the five sisters took larger swallows. Rachel set her glass down and continued her story or rather the story Vlad wanted her to tell. “My visions of you ended a number of years ago, but recently returned. It was as if I was being told to come here and meet you. I felt this was the perfect occasion and that the reason for my visions would be made clear if I came.” The five sisters’ thoughts filled her head, some believed her, others did not; some feared her, but Amanda did not. Amanda did not care why or how she got there, because in her mind it made no difference since Rachel would be gone before the sun came up.
“We did not see you coming, but are delighted that you are here.” Amanda said raising her glass with her, sisters and downing the last of the wine. “The witching hour approaches and we must change for our Sabbat. You do realize that we do not wear Halloween witches costumes and use a cauldron, our ritual is a bit more pagan than that. Go remove your clothing, you will find a garment on the back of the door.” The six women went to their respective rooms, when they emerged all were wearing black gossamer robes over their naked bodies; all except for Rachel who was wearing white. “Very nice, you are lovely” Amanda’s words did not reflect her thoughts or the thoughts of her sisters. Their thoughts revealed their desire to feed on her body and leave her lifeless. Vlad’s words in her mind eased her concerns.
“They will not harm you, I will not allow them to taste that which is mine”
“You are all in black, I feel like a virgin sacrifice in white.”Rachel said
“Are you a virgin” Amanda asked.
Rachel could almost audibly hear them saying in unison “Please say yes” She could feel their desire to taste virgin blood.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but no I lost that years ago” she said with a smile on her face; the only smile in the room.
“Well then I guess you shouldn’t be worried. You are wearing white, because you are not yet one of us. You will not be wearing white by the end of the night” Amanda feigned a caring hug. Her body was cold against Rachel’s warm breasts. “We will lead you to our ritual site and have our Sabbat; when it is done it will be as if our blood is mingled and you will be a part of us.” With that, Amanda distributed candles and lit them, then led Rachel and her sisters out the door. They passed the well and walked down the path that led to the clearing with the five stones.
Though Rachel didn’t feel it, the five sisters were beginning to feel the affect of the drugged wine they had finished. Their senses were being dulled, the path though well lit was fuzzy, but still they continued. When they reached the clearing the five sisters laid their candles at the five points on the pentagram. Chastity stood on weakened legs and led Rachel to the center of the circle that surrounded it and had her place her candle on the ground. “We will now summon our Master and surrender you to him, are you willing to proceed?” Chastity’s words were beginning to slur and Rachel could sense the thoughts of all five dulling. “Biddy, bring her the crown. You will wear this during the ritual” she said as she stumbled back to her stone.
Biddy rose from the circle and almost fell down as she reached behind a tree and brought out what appeared to be a head piece with goats horns. Rachel put it on her head and stood in the middle of the circle. The five sisters closed their eyes and began to chant; it was from the Grand Grimoire, a ritual text dating back to the 13th century. The chant would induce Satan to enter the circle and do the coven’s bidding and it might have this time as it had over the past several centuries had the coven been able to repeat it, but the drugged wine had them slurring their words and forgetting passages until it was nothing but gibberish. Rachel remained in the circle and as the sisters watched, became rigid; her eyes appeared to roll back and her mouth opened.
A voice sounded, but it was not the voice of the lovely young girl at the center of the circle. It was a strong male voice. Hearing it the sisters tried to lean forward, but Biddy and Eve only fell to the ground. “You betrayed me” It was Vlad’s voice, but emanating from Rachel’s mouth. “You took from me” Amanda stood not comprehending the situation.
“No Master, we brought you the girl” she said or rather wanted to say, but her tongue felt thick in her mouth and the words were muddled. She dropped to her knees and fell forward just as Chastity and Divinity fell from their stones.
“You brought me nothing, she serves me and brought you to me” The five sisters looked up in their drugged stupor as Rachel’s body relaxed, her eyes returned and she stepped from the circle. Dazed, confused and weak they stared up as Vlad stepped into the circle, his fangs glistened in the candle light. I offered you eternal life and you tried to take mine. I was your Master and you betrayed me, but now I will have my retribution. Your arrogance has cost you; maybe when you meet your mother on the other side you can explain to her why you didn’t heed her advice. He was almost frothing at the mouth his anger was so great.
“Will you drain their blood as they did yours Sir”
“Will you kill them”
“No. I can not drink their blood, because their blood is mingled with my own. They will serve one final purpose; they will turn you and complete your right of passage. I will cut each of them and you will feed from each of them.” Rachel’s heart was beating faster. Vlad grabbed Amanda’s wrist and pulled it forward; she struggled, but was too weak to fight back. He raised his index finger and pressed it into her wrist and tore the vein from it. Amanda screamed, but had no power to stop him or Rachel as she put her mouth to the witch’s wrist. Rachel sucked at the flowing blood as Vlad walked toward Chastity who was now laying sprawled on the ground. He ripped out her jugular and Rachel ran to the blood flow like an animal sensing a fresh kill.
Each of the sisters was opened for Rachel to feed on and then left to bleed out on the ground, but Vlad wanted no chance that they might return as he did. To ensure their demise he gathered enough wood to build a fire and threw the candle wax and candles into the fire. He tore their gossamer robes from their bodies and tossed them into the flames. They were slowly bleeding to death when he forced his hand up under each of their rib cages and tore out their still beating hearts and threw them into the flames.
Rachel was leaning against one of the stones and could feel still another change occurring in her body. She felt her heart beating fast and then felt it slow and eventually stop. She felt her wrist and jugular, but found no pulse.
“We must hurry, we have much to do before we retire for the day” Vlad said
Rachel stood and ran to him; she put her blood soaked mouth to his and kissed him. He pushed her away. That blood gave you a new life, but is like poison to me. We will have our time later, but must now clean up this mess.”
One by one they drug the lifeless, bloody corpses to the well and threw them in. The fire was extinguished and its heart laden ashes were thrown on top of the bodies. Vlad took Rachel to the inn and the Master bedroom. He led her into the bathroom and bathed the blood from her mouth. Now that she was clean, her lips were safe. “This will be our home now, just as it was once mine before. Now we must sleep.”
Rachel followed him to the bed and leaned forward. His cock responded and he plunged it into her. With every thrust she wanted another; it was almost as if she had an itch that only increased as it was scratched. Their fucking became frenzied until they both came and collapsed on the bed. “Oh my God, I have never felt such want and desire before” she panted.
“You have just inherited the lust and desire of five witches, I can only imagine what tomorrow will bring. When we rise, we will have more work to do; I want to pour concrete into the well before those bodies decay and I want to find my clothes so that I can get out of your father’s overalls.”
“Out of his pants and into mine; frequently I hope”
“No pants for you. Remember? There are going to be some changes in you and between us, which you will begin to experience soon if not by tomorrow. For instance, you are no longer among the living so your body has literally stopped all systems. You will no longer bleed monthly, much to my dismay; you will heal if wounded, but as with the myth you must avoid silver and the sun. Garlic and crucifixes are nothing but folk legend; being a Vampire has no connection to Satan except to those who see us as being the spawn of Satan. I can no longer feed on your blood since you drank of their blood, we must have fresh untainted blood; by tomorrow you will feel the hunger, so we must find our next meal. Now you must sleep; by tomorrow you will be reborn. He put her in the bed and laid next to her holding her hand as the sun began to rise outside.
The housekeeper arrived shortly after they fell asleep, but was used to going about her chores without ever seeing her employers. She believed them to be whores or prostitutes who sold their bodies at night and slept all day. As long as there was a paycheck on the table every Friday, she didn’t care who she worked for. She went to the parlor and saw a bottle and five empty wine glasses, but the sixth was practically full. “Waste not, want not” she thought as she drained the glass. She continued with her Chores, but the drugged wine was beginning to affect her so she sat on the couch. “A little cat nap before I continue, yes I need a nap, must sleeeep” she was thinking as she passed out. She slept in the parlor unaware of the new occupants until the sun set.
Vlad and Rachel awoke and Rachel felt the hunger that Vlad had mentioned. They left the room expecting to find an empty house, so the housekeeper’s presence came as a surprise. “We can not touch her, she may have family or friends that would miss her and come looking. We simply need to have her go away; but first we need to get dressed. I am sure one of your forebears has something in their closet that will fit you; I on the other hand must find my clothing, if those bitches didn’t give everything away.” Rachel went to through each closet and found many things she liked from sultry/sexy lingerie to designer gowns, but settled on a simple dress so as not to arouse suspicions. Vlad found his trunks in the attic and took out slacks, shoes, socks and a shirt. The clothes smelled musty and styles had changed, but his clothes fit better and looked better than the old groundskeepers.
He came down the stairs and found Rachel waiting, her hunger was increasing and unfortunately she had not yet learned to control it as Vlad had and her fangs were showing as she looked down at the housekeeper. “Put them away now” he demanded in a stern voice. She sneered back, but his voice had awakened the sleeping woman, who was startled by their presence. “Good evening did you enjoy your nap? I am afraid we haven’t met; I am the owner of the inn Vlad Teppes and this is my wife Rachel.” He had his hand out in Rachel’s general direction, but Rachel just continued to sneer.
“But I thought those five girls owned it” the housekeeper responded.
“No they were just blood relatives who tried to make a go of it, but their lifestyle forced them to live beyond their means, so we had to come back and take control yet again. I’m afraid we won’t be needing your services anymore, so if you will tell what they owe you, I will get you paid.” The old lady was suspicious, but gave him a figure. He had Rachel rummage through the five sisters purses until she found enough cash to pay the old woman. “Here you go, now be careful on your way home you still seem sleepy” She took the money and left a card with her name and number on it in the event they had a need in the future. Vlad looked at Rachel, “Alone at last, now to see about getting you fed”. Rachel looked at him and showed off her newly acquired fangs.
When Rachel took Vlad back to the inn the night after his escape from the well, he had gone to the cellar with the intent of destroying bottles of wine so that their gift would be the only available bottle to drink. Fortunately there were only a few bottles in the cellar so there was no need. The state of the wine rack wasn’t the only discovery he made though; he saw the locked cellar door to the room that housed the five sailors.
They had been drugged the night before and the sisters had fed, but even in their weakened state were screaming for help; not knowing that their cries would only fall on deaf or dead ears. Vlad took Rachel by the hand and led her down the stairs to the door, “I think they have leftovers in the pantry” he said, but she grimaced thinking about what that term had meant to her. “That is not what these are” was his response to her unexpressed thought. He unbolted the door and turned on the light. Rachel smiled for there in front of her were three of the five seamen still living and breathing. The other two had been drained and piled in a corner for disposal at a later date. Their putrid state of decomposition would have killed any normal diner’s appetite, but went unnoticed in Rachel’s case. The seaman seeing two new faces thought that Vlad and Rachel were some kind of rescue party and it wasn’t until she flashed her fangs that the truth flashed in their minds. Rachel knelt next to the first sailor and dug her fangs into his throat. The dark crimson blood was pulled into her mouth and down her throat. This was the first time that she had actually tasted human blood since the five witches were all vampires and their blood was musty from being stagnant in their veins. The sailor’s blood on the other hand was fresh and warm, there was a slight salty taste to it and a sweet after taste. Rachel drank from the sailors in a gluttonous frenzy until there was no more life in him. She looked up at Vlad who was grinning and then at the next sailor. Vlad nodded and said, “Go on”. No sooner had he given her permission than she was on the next sailor, clamping down on his jugular with the same results.
When she turned to Vlad after the second sailor Vlad said “No, you’ve had enough. You are going to have to learn how to control your appetite. It isn’t that difficult, but as with a child developing internal controls sometimes limits are required; besides I am hungry too.” She stood by as he finished off the third sailor. “OK now we clean up.” He grabbed a sailor’s legs and drug the lifeless body up the exterior stairs to the side of the well; Rachel did the same and when Vlad had deposited the last body on the heap he stroked his chin “OK now where do I out them?” It was a rhetorical question by Rachel responded anyway.
“Sir, we have a wood chipper at our old place. And the hogs haven’t been fed since our first night together” Vlad looked at her and smiled. This one has brains he thought and it was a thought Rachel read and gloried in. He took her to the barn and found his Jaguar just as he had left it except for the license plates. Rachel grabbed her keys and Vlad drove her back to the old man’s place (her place now) so she could bring the pickup back. She followed him back and parked the pickup behind the house, close to the well Vlad loaded the bed of the truck with the five sailor’s remains and got in the pickup. Within one half hour they had processed all five bodies through the wood chipper which deposited the remains directly into a nearby hog trough. When Vlad saw how efficiently and effectively the bodies were disposed of he decided to clean the well out as well.
He drove back and attached a baling hook to the well bucket rope, then used it to snag a witch. When he felt resistance he pulled up his catch; it was what was left of Chastity. Next came Amanda, then Biddy, Eve and finally Destiny; insects had already began devouring the flesh around the wound that was created by Vlad’s hand when he ripped their hearts out. The five witches were processed just as the sailors had been and their remains left in a metal drum labeled “Hog Slop”.
Vlad returned by himself to exhume the remains of Rachel’s father, the young woman whose blood and organs had given him the strength to escape the well and the remains or rather remnants of the inn owner that had been his landlady. He told Rachel he would bury her father, so she stayed behind to pick out a spot under an old apple tree in the yard. When she found the right place she used the John Deere with a backhoe attachment to dig the grave. When Vlad returned her father’s body was put in an old steamer trunk and placed in the hole with a photo of her mother and a bible. “Lord knows it didn’t get much use while he was living, but may help him in death” Rachel said; that was as much of a eulogy as the once dutiful daughter could muster.
“That was a bit short wasn’t it? I mean generally I am not one who attends funerals, but I thought the loved ones were supposed to grieve a bit more than that” Vlad had in fact never attended a funeral, but had read obituaries that had taken longer than Rachel’s brief good-bye to her father.
“Sir, do you think I enjoyed living here and serving him? My mother died when I was a child; I guess he figured I was left to take her place. I fixed his meal, took care of the place and went to school until he decided I had other duties to perform as well. He started coming to my room when I was 10; he began by fondling me, by 12 he had me giving him blow jobs because it was a woman’s duty to satisfy the man of the house. From that point on he took me to his bed and used me anyway he saw fit. I couldn’t have friends and I didn’t have the money to escape. He actually robbed me of my youth and believe it or not, what you did was the answer to my only prayer. So though you may be “unholy” in the eyes of every religion in the world; you turned out to be my savior. You restored me, made me young again and for the first time in my life I feel alive and beautiful. Ironic isn’t it”
Vlad had a hard time believing that he was anyone’s savior, but had lived long enough to understand that there are few if any coincidences in life. A girl being thrown over his body 4and a half years after he was supposed to have died; having just enough blood in her veins an organs to give him the strength to climb out of the well that had been his tomb to feed on chickens which would lead to the groundskeeper spending the night in the barn which became Vlad’s ticket to freedom and Rachel and Rachel’s freedom from the hell she lived in. Some if not all things are destined to turn out as they should.
Vlad and Rachel had a new start, but as is always the problem with bloodsuckers; their hunger and local disappearances would lead to talk and suspicions. Vlad was well aware of this which is why he frequently moved, but this rural New England Inn had potential as long as its visitors continued to be lonely men and women from out of town. At first they went bar hopping in larger cities and trolled for bottom feeders; then there was the docks where the sisters had snagged the seamen, but ultimately the internet gave them the perfect hunting ground. No site was sacred, so Catholic, Jewish, Muslim Singles sites, were as used as Asian, Hispanic, Russian, and Black sites. Rachel promised men anything they wanted and Vlad promised women everything they wanted. Kink sites were especially fruitful, there was no end to the number of submissive males and females looking for a long term relationship. Regardless of the site they encouraged their potential meal to live for the moment, hop a plane and meet them; sort of a meet, greet and eat scenario. They would suggest a rendezvous at the inn, share a bottle of wine next to a cozy fire and an unforgettable evening. They cleaned out the storage room in the basement to ensure someone was always on hand and ridded themselves of rotting carcasses as they had ridded themselves of the sailors and witches. The hogs ate well and often, so put on a lot of weight which was a good thing when they went to auction.
Vlad and Rachel still live a little north of Salem, Massachusetts on a lovely farm that has been around since the Salem witch trials and on All Hallows Eve have one special guest join them in a witches Sabbot. No visitor has ever complained or asked to have their money returned, and they currently have a Five (pointed) star rating.