Sound was minimal within the small, filled, shuttle craft. Silence broken with the occasional whimper and hiss of pain. But to her hears, it was loud. Thundering fast heart beats pounded at her ears, the sound of air streaming down through wet wind-pipes and the sliding of metal as cuffs scraped along surfaces. Heat of the amount of warm, living bodies also made the air not only warm, but filled with scents of blood and body odour but the former helped cover the latter more.

Fifteen Klingons, Humans and Orions all sat or strapped out of the way. Arms bound, some broken but it enabled the vampire to have so many in such a small amount of space. Nothing more than cattle to feed the wolves but the number was necessary now she had another mouth to feed once they get to their location.

Where she sat, Ophelia was well aware of the new-born vampire that sat under the helm and between her thighs, putting his mind and mouth to use that offered her any real pleasure. It was few days from his transformation but she had him well fed up and occupied than to focus on their stock-supply behind him. Persuasion was easy and as a new born—he was compliant to obedience. It kept him fed and he knew it.

Despite the attention down below, Ophelia was glad to finally drop out of warp. She touched along the scanners, receiving a ping from the surface before directing the shuttle to enter orbit and down.

A sharp gasp left her lips though, feeling the cool tongue hit her nerves that she felt herself come, her hand shooting to grip at his hair… moaning out….

Then it was over. It left both little satisfaction and a familiar sensations that came with an orgasm but she yanked his head away from restarting again.

"Up."

He didn't need to be told twice, scootering up from his knees and to the chair beside, though she didn't miss the hungry look at appeared in his expression as he spared a look to the mass blood-filled behind.

"Eyes ahead."

In front, the familiar blue and green ball of Titus V but the green got bigger and bigger, as did the clouds until the shuttle punctured though them…. And the next one. Ground began to get clear so she redirected the shuttle to fly over the surface, letting out a warning sound her childe would hear from a distance. This

"Beam the six Klingons 5 miles apart from each other as well as the Orions. Humans are staying here. You'll love the hunt once you're on land." Not to mention, it'd keep them going for longer when Prey kept themselves alive. She had stripped them of all and every piece of technology. They'd go down defenceless. Always added to their fear. She couldn't deny, she missed those days. Thrill of the chase, the hunt and ultimately, the kill.

Obeying instructions; one by one, the alien life-forms began to disappear in gold light; relieving the sounds of the heart-beats from within until only the three humans were sat on the floor. Two barely conscious but the one were awake and alert; fear pumping through their veins though there was one in particularly, she was looking forwards in watching him die.

With final checks and at a reasonable distance from the sent-down creatures, vampire descended the shuttle down, powering down as soon as it landed.

"Get out, stand upwind." She smiled, touching over his stony face as she rose to her feet; feeling the flurry of thoughts and emotions that brushed across his foremost mind; thirst, lust the most particular ones to the immediate situation; feeling how he was trying to squash those thoughts from driving him on acting impulsively. She hadn't allowed him to tend to himself while he was…occupied. Ophelia pulled her fingers away, leaving the shallow recesses of his mind and watched as he darted out.

Her eyes turned from the door to the humans, a smirk washing over her lips as she headed straight for the first human.

Immediately, he struggled, just managing to wean his lips free from his gag.

"No, no! Please, I beg you!" he started, "I can get you gold, money, jewels… a-a better ship!"

Ophelia ignored his words, knowing the words that he always spoke of were always empty. A con-man. One that annoying fuelled the Federation technology to even the playing field. That damn collar for starts was near impossible to remove without inflicting damage that could and would leave her vulnerable for a long time. She's not risk that.

"Now, now, Mr Mudd." She started, pulling him up by the back of the neck, pulling him along. "We both know you beg for your life but with nothing else to give. You should have never crossed a vampire."

"I didn't mean to. I… I was just trying to make a sale. I'm sure we can set up some time of—"

She didn't let him finish before she shoved him face down onto the glass, her foot pressing him down until she heard him hiss with the pressure amounting onto his upper spine.

But now… she listened out; the trees, the normal sounds of this planet were all too familiar and easy to listen past but she wasn't listening for nature, no… she knew the sound of running feet well to hear it's thudding rhythm getting closer.

"Who is that?"

Ophelia's head turned to the new-born. "You know her, Mr Gant. Quite well." She started, "But…she won't be quite as you remember. Damage prior to her transformation has…altered her memory. Her human life is all but a ghost to her" With mostly with help on her case to do so. She didn't need her childe to be weighed down from her former life. Her life was hers, to do as she pleased. She didn't want her to dream of being more than what she was.

No longer a captain. No longer Starfleet. She a vampire under her clan now. Burnham needed to be taught what true personal pain was, even if the woman hadn't forged her bond yet, this was the next best thing to give her any satisfaction against her. Mr Kamran Gant wasn't random either.

The sounds of running got louder though she watched in the direction before the figure bounded through the tree line.

A gasp leaving Gant's lips as he realised who it was. "Captain Georgiou?!"

But the woman didn't react. Black eyes blazed, sharpened teeth were bared, anger and aggression laced her entire posture as she continued towards them. There was no hesitation as the woman tacked Gant down into the floor wth a snarl

"Captain!" Gant immediately flipped their weight, rolling on top on her before she slammed her head up into his nose. He grunted, though his own primal instincts rose up, baring his own fangs before the captain weaselled her way from under him.

Watching though as they fought. Ophelia allowed this. A natural course of action to simply see who's come out on top, it piqued her interest on the vast differences. Gant was more rational in mind, stronger but Georgiou… no she was fast, rapid and fought to kill now. She hadn't trained her for nothing.

"Gah—" His voice cut off suddenly, echoed by a low crack before his head came free before Georgiou abandoned him and shot towards her, black eyes fixed on the human.

Ophelia stepped off him and pulled him up to his knees and watched as her childe took her prize with pride. Mudd barely had a second to think before her fangs sunk into his throat. Her stone hands immediately clamping around his frame to keep him against her; satisfying echoes of the cracks of his bones that echoed but his screams came out gurgled and broken; windpipe punctured through. His head forced to the side… until a low crunch echoed and all sounds from him fell silent before she finished him.

Ophelia smiled though she moved forwards, watching the former captain drop the body; ruby returning to her eyes now, not even sparing Gant a look as he began to pull himself back together.

"Kneel."

Her childe's eyes flickered over to her, the haze of thirst was still there but she obeyed, shifting from her couch to her knees. Ophelia stepped towards her until she was standing in front of her. Watching the captain's eyes stare up at her though there was a weariness to those deep depths. Her fingers moved forwards, her hands coming to cup her face though she felt her mind so easily now.

The unstated thirst, barely manageable now, the feel of deep loneliness that was almost like a physical pain, the craving of….wanting to leave. Ophelia pushed deeper past the shallow aspects of her mind… memories flittering by, but one called to her most.

The starship bridge was lit with flurry, the sight of two stars, the crew—too fuzzy to make out as her eyes flickered over until resting on them… Burnham, Detmer… Saru….

Gant.

Ophelia pursed her lips, seeing Gant would resurface those memories… It made her half temped to sooth it all away… mask away the history. Blanket it all away to the deeper recesses of her mind. To be harmless. Erase the risk of her rebellious side. But… there would be usefulness of her feeling a connection to Gant… loyalty to her to keep him safe.

"I see you've been a good little one since I've last been here…" She remarked softly, her thumb gently stroking her cheek. "Would you like to have two more? Make the pain go away?"

Georgiou swallowed, eyes widening a fraction; the spire of thoughts were easy to read without having to try peak into her mind. Keeping her in check, she was strict but she knew to reward her….ideal behaviour with more food. Georgiou knew she'd leave her without for longer if she misbehaved.

"Stay here." With a stern look, Ophelia dropped her hands from her face and darted into the shuttle, grabbing two of the sqirmung humans and pulled them with her as if they were luggage.

Gant's head cracked into place though his face morphed into a mixture of emotions though his eyes were locked to the humans, a tongue washed over his lips, eyes darkening. She could see the calculations he was making on his chances of grabbing one and running away.

Georgiou froze up, forcing herself still by training though she had a painted expression, eyes full black now. Looking remarkably like a begging puppy at a human dinner table. Her fingers dug and clawed into the grass.

Ophelia couldn't help but watch for a second longer, a part of her wishing this woman was Burnham…. Watching her beg for food, watching her kneel down, watch her become obedient… For now, her former crew would have to do. With that. She tossed the two forwards and watched immediately as control broke and the captain dug into her fresh meals; moving to sit on the other before they could try and roll away while feeding off the other.

The elder moved to the new-born, watching his jealously, running a finger through his hair and down his cheek. "Now, my childe, behave." She cooed, "You'll be stuck with her for now on."

Gant shook his head, unable to turn his eyes away as he watched "She- She's my captain. I—"

A scoff passed her lips, interrupting him. "No, not anymore. She's someone who feeds then thirsty, hunts for pleasure and will fuck when horny. She's not the Philippa Georgiou you know anymore. She's a primal-driven vampire. Just like you." Ophelia rose to her feet, watching her dig into her next meal. "I'll be back. Have…fun." She winked down at the new-born and headed back towards her shuttle; she'd have a few weeks until she was due back to feed the two up. They'd have…plenty of time to get reacquainted with each other. One way or another.

Notes:

welp, this is it!

Now, With Georgiou prime, I can explain that after her 'death' she was found and bitten by Ophelia after the woman was able to use medical techniques to revived her enough to start the transformation. Through the transformation, used her telepathy to... suppress her memories of being a captain in Starfleet, she doesn't want the woman's emotions of hope and all to dampen her vampire nature. She wants her... less constrained, like Mirror Georgiou but without her rebellious, hard-ass side. Georgiou has been a vampire for over a year (older then Cornwell in that respect), so she's not a new born BUT Ophelia's been playing her mind-games with her for every time she's dropped off food.

She intends to do the same with Gant but she's patient and doesn't otherwise care what the two do as long as they don't end up destroying each other (though Georgiou has already established her dominance over him)

I know how dark this is but Ophelia is a real bitch who has the big picture in mind. She doesn't mind using and turning people for her goals and using them for...personal wants.

Yes, there is plentiful of implications between Gant and Georgiou but on a base-primal instinctual level, neither are gonna complain on what they could end up doing when it'll keep them both occupied and 'happy'. I will point out that they're not gonna force each other to do anything in that regard. Gant can turn her down. They're not robbed of that choice.

With Ophelia, it can BECOME dubious because she can seduce and persuade effectively to her desires due to her telepathic tendencies. The whole thing with her and Gant is to what I intended as consensual, she didn't implant the idea into him with those abilities. She needed him distracted as much as HE wanted be, plus she's an attractive woman ( her fc is Brooke Williams )and he probably hadn't been in some ones 'bed' for months. It wouldn't have taken her much really.

Mudd got what came for him too lol :)

I have yet to decide how closely S2 is gonna bc with my fic bc... some things aren't gonna be compatible. it might be similar, it might not. I'll have to see when i get around to planning it.

Drop your thoughts, love and anything else :)