-Chapter One: The Lay of The Land-
"Do you think he's going to wake up soon? I don't have much time, and I would like to speak with him if at all possible."
"That's quite alright Sehrin, I do believe he's already awake, anyway."
"Damn, saw right through me..." Alan thought to himself. The cover of his feigned sleep had been blown by a girl who's voice he was deeply infuriated to recognize as Pierla's. The young man had already been awoken by the light that shone into his eyes not too long ago anyway. Having realized that trying to evade conversation with Pierla and her companion, this Sehrin, would be impossible, Alan decided to open his eyes. He immediately recognized his environment as the interior of a boothed train, adorned with nothing save for the source of the light that had awakened him: the small window to his right, and a small table. Sitting on the opposite side of the tiny booth, as expected, was Pierla and her accomplice.
Pierla's clothing had changed entirely. She no longer wore her trench coat, and instead was dressed in am entirely black, simple robe that, thankfully, covered her cleavage. Pierla was also adorned with various styles of jewelry, one necklace around her neck, and two considerably expensive, yet simple looking gold crafted ear rings.
Sehrin was dressed in an all white blouse, a single blue ribbon decorated the lowest point of its neck. Her skin was a light tan like Alan's, which complimented her blouse rather well. Her irises were green, and her blonde hair was a bit longer than Alan and Pierla's: about shoulder length. She was shorter than Pierla by roughly five inches. Alan made sure not to stare, but he estimated that her breasts were sized no smaller than an unbelievable double E. They were larger than any he'd ever seen before, and Alan was stunned that neither her body, nor her back showed any stress from the seemingly sheer weight of her oversized mammaries, although that was likely due to the fact that her "attachments" were resting on the rectangular table that separated the duo from him. Sudden twitch-like movements drew Alan's attention upward to the top of her head, where two blonde furred, fox shaped ears were present. Alan didn't know what to think, he had his suspicions about Pierla, but Sehrin's unusual ears raised a few red flags to Alan about just how human the two girls were. He decided that he would address the issue at a later date, and prioritized introductions over their unique features.
"You're Sehrin, correct?" Alan asked. Sehrin nodded once, then put her arm out forward. Alan responded by doing the same, and then shook hands with her before lounging back lazily into his booth seat.
"You said something earlier, about wanting to speak with me." Alan stated. Sehrin smiled, then retrieved a sheet of paper from beside her. She placed the paper on the table in front of him, allowing Alan to scrutinize it for any details that he may or may not have considered important. It was his schedule, only four classes had been assigned to him, all of which were for roughly an hour's duration. The sheet also had a dorm room number: fourteen-hundred and forty-two. Alan had become confused, he thought that he was attending a new high school, not a new dorm college or university.
"Uh...Sehrin. It says here that I have the dorm room number, fourteen-hundred and forty-two. How many students are attending my school?" Alan asked curiously.
"Roughly sixteen-hundred." Sehrin quickly responded. Alan, though having received a satisfactory answer to his question, was still a bit puzzled by the numeric figure.
"So, are there two dorms, then, or what?" Alan inquired. Sehrin had caught on to Alan's confusion and found it rather entertaining, and concluded that slowly breaking the strange news to him would be an enjoyable and humorous ordeal indeed. "We have only one dorm." Sehrin answered truthfully. Alan had began to catch on to the booth's metaphorical white elephant, and he was going to call it out, he'd grown tired of all these secrets.
"...Alright...Seriously, what's big the catch here?" Alan looked Sehrin right in the eyes, a stern expression had taken form on his face at this point. Both Sehrin and Pierla had begun to giggle like children, Alan wasn't taking the fun they were producing from his ignorance very well at all. It was Pierla's turn to speak, she'd regained her composure enough to reply to him by then.
"You're going to be sharing a single dorm with over fifteen-hundred girls, but that's not all..." Alan's eyes had already gone wide with horror before she could finish, his stern attitude had melted under the frightening pressure of the beginning of Pierla's horrible sentence. "A little introduction to our world for you, Alan. You see, all of the inhabitants of this dimension require spirit-energy to survive, I'll give you three guesses as to how we can get it."
"T-there will be no guessing, you are going to tell me what's what immediately!" Alan demanded. Pierla and Sehrin titled their heads to face each other, then looked back at Alan. Sehrin looked like she could have busted a gut out of laughter at any second, while Pierla was somehow able to maintain a straight face as she observed Alan's blatant discomfort.
"Your Semen, or blood we require either of those sources to live. As silly as it sounds, it's the truth. Unfortunately, men are an incredibly rare occurrence in this world. You're the first to be brought here in centuries." Pierla stated. Sehrin lost it as soon as she finished, she fell over in her seat, laughing as she saw Alan's face, which was greatly contorted from shock and disbelief. Alan thought her dreaded words could've caused him to suffer a heart-attack at any moment. He was unsure of whether or not to believe Pierla, he tried telling himself that she was just pulling his leg for the sake of some sick humor, but after considering the oddities that these girls were, Alan didn't know what was truth or not.
"You're joking, the both of you!" Alan insisted firmly. Suddenly, a horrible truth dawned upon him, if these girls too were born of this strange place...
"You two...aren't going to try anything, nothing even remotely scandalous or anything, r-right...?" Alan stammered out nervously as he blushed like a tomato. He wouldn't show, or admit to it, but Alan had become more than a bit aroused by the idea of hundreds of women, or even just these two, coming to him for intercourse or some-such. This was yet another example of his healthy youthfulness conflicting with his morals and common sense.
Pierla scoffed, then crossed her arms. "If you weren't new here, I would take that as an insult, Alan. Though, while I may not be so accepting of the fact that I need a man's...essence to live, perhaps Sehrin would be more...willing to accommodate your desires if you should have them." Pierla said. As if on cue, Sehrin recovered from her fit, and began to eye Alan as if he were liquid gold. Alan began to shudder from the intensity of her gaze, and began to worry about the woman's intentions. Alan wasn't a particularly capable fighter in the least, he'd never been a good combatant with anything other than a firearm. Should Sehrin have decided that he was a male worth molesting, then there'd have been no way for Alan to resist her advances and he'd just sit there and take it as a result, right in front of Pierla too. Fortunately, the awkward silence was broken when Sehrin ceased her staring and let out an unexpected, and quite cute yelp.
"I almost forgot, I have a very important meeting to attend!" Sehrin yelled worriedly. She quickly stood up out of her seat and started for our booth's door, and it was then, that I saw the true extent of her lupine features. Sehrin was a Kyuubi, that is, a nine-tailed fox. Her blonde, white-tipped tails flowed out from a cut-out hole in her dress, just above her rear. The tails behind her gracefully as she moved, each idly swaying whilst keeping together in a flawless formation not unlike the rear feathers of a wild turkey.
"I'll see the two of you later. Alan make sure you visit my office in administration as soon as you reach the school. Have a nice day!" Sehrin said to the both of the booth's remaining occupants, no sooner than she finished her sentence she'd left for a destination unknown. Only Pierla and Alan were left in the tiny little room, and neither of them wished to engage in any sort of interaction whatsoever, Alan still needed more answers, however.
"This place that I will be staying, what is its name?" Alan asked Pierla. Alan's boothmate surprisingly discontinued her staring out of the window, and scoffed, as if he had asked her a genuinely "stupid" question. "Ehra Luit Academy, now leave me alone, human." Pierla retorted. Alan was caught off guard by the end of her statement, he thought that Pierla was human too. Having given the thought some consideration, and remembering the unusual qualities of her eyes, he decided to investigate the matter further.
"Mistress Pierla, If you are able to call me "human" and distinguish yourself from my race, then would it trouble you to tell me what you are, so that I may distinguish your traits from the others' at Ehra Luit?" Alan asked with a great deal of politeness in his tone, which he had assumed was crucial to conducting any sort of conversation with her. Pierla responded with her mild grin, the one that overflowed with blatant arrogance once triggered with praise and reverence, deserved or not.
"If you really must know, human, I am one of the most respected and prestigious races in all of this realm, a Vampire. Vampires are often able to pass themselves off as human, to those of the pathetic, inperceptive latter such as yourself. Our eyes, elongated canines, and Elvish ears are our only physical differences, a vampire's incredible strength, agility, intelligence, and astounding beauty aside, of course." Pierla said, her ego figuratively oozing out of her.
"Am I also to assume your kind's weakness to sunlight is your only flaw, and your necessity to feed off of a human's blood and...semen, then?" Alan asked. He felt a bit reprehensive after asking her such a question, for it was only a moment's passing before Pierla's short fuse had been once again unintentionally lit by Alan.
"Don't be ridiculous! The sun's light...hasn't any effect on us at all, we merely develope sun burns at a faster rate than the other races. Also, a human's blood is a most desirable delicacy to us vampires, semen is...tolerable in its flavor. Regardless of taste, both are necessary to us if we are to maintain our superior strength and beauty. It shouldn't surprise you that a vampire can steal both fluids from you at the same time." Pierla boasted.
Alan hadn't expected her to be so forthcoming about her sexual capabilities, though she had done an excellent job at arousing him by doing so. The lustful scenarios that Alan had begun to subconsciously brainstorm would have made for the best realities in the perspective of his suppressed sexuality, and his phallus's best interests had began to shove aside his brain's as a result.
"You're ridiculous and arrogant claims are clearly false. If you, or even any member of your race for that matter, can perform such a feat that is above and beyond the norm of acquiring your sustenance, then you should be more than capable of demonstrating them on a "pathetic human" such as myself, else your pride and reputation as a rightfully feared and respected vampire should be forever forfeit." Alan taunted her skillfully.
Pierla was glaring at him something very fierce, her eyes had begun to glow their natural bright red, though much more hostile in intensity. It seemed to Pierla that dominating and proving Alan wrong had become two equally accomplishable tasks, which was just the sort of bait he wanted her to take. Fortunately for Alan's plan, the train had turned in such a manner that the sun's light shone through the booth's window no longer, which would cause Pierla to become much more confident in making advances on Alan. It almost seemed as if life itself wanted him to experience this, Pierla's perfectly exploitable pride, the environment's shifting, it seemed to Alan that the entire stage had been set for this moment.
"An additional lesson for you, human. Vampires don't take kindly to those who make shoddy attempts at exploiting them for their own disgusting desires.
Alan blinked in both response and surprise, giving Pierla all the time a Vampire like her needed to lean forward out her seat and use just two fingers to hit her target: a pressure point on Alan's neck. Pierla's swift attack was nothing more than an instant blur to his eyes, her inhuman speed proved too fast for the young man's eyes to even try to follow. Alan found his entire body to be unresponsive to his attempts at moving, his mouth slacked, and his eyes were frozen in their neutral position. Alan was entirely powerless, he could do nothing save for remaining limp against the corner of his booth seat, and await whatever Pierla had in store for him.
"Did you honestly believe that you could manipulate me, like nothing more than a mere tool?" Pierla hissed at Alan. The seemingly heavy booth table had been moved by Pierla, placed against the door and now doubling as a barricade instead of just an out-of-the-way object. Pierla had already been towering over him, even before his mind was able to register that he had taken the blow in the first place. Her black clothing appeared unnervingly ominous when placed against the backdrop that was the heavily darkened interior of the booth, Alan likely would have mistaken her for an angel of death, if he had believed in such things.
"The nagging paigns of my hunger have not been remedied as of late. As punishment for your attempt to take advantage of me, I am going to take advantage of you, that is, your blood and your...other essence will be mine to quell said paigns. Unfortunately, a vampire's saliva has a naturally produced aphrodesiac mixed with it, that is, you'll feel nothing but raw pleasure when you're bitten by one of my kind. Even more so unfortunate, a human's blood also has the same effect for us, considerably more so..." Pierla explained. The vampire then knelt down to eye-level with Alan, her crimson luminescent irises were ever beautiful to him, even during the most hostile moment that they were experiencing together. Without warning, another jab had struck him. The numbing effect of this attack was so intense, however, that Alan had initially been unaware of where Pierla's fingers had jabbed his body. He had begun to worry if his respitory system was even still functioning properly.
"You don't deserve to experience the pleasure I could bestow unto you. You are nothing but worthless prey to me, nothing more. To even consider that you might have the potential to be something beyond that, what a laughable concept indeed!" Pierla berated him. Alan would have been livid were it not for his current state, he could barely even understand Pierla's words. His thoughts had become clouded, and his emotions were no more organized nor possible to surface than the latter.
"I shalln't throw away anymore of my time with words, you're not even worth wasting breath on, and now..." Pierla whispered into Alan's ear. She then put her arms around him, Alan struggled to ascertain where they were on his body, but he was sure that one of them held his head, tilting it to his right. He was near the point of becoming unconscious, and he could only barely feel the soft, wet texture of Pierla's tongue as she had begun to lick the left side of his neck before she would bite him, he tried to enjoy what vague pleasure that gave him, at least. The feeling was short lived, however, as Alan's mind nor body could continue working in the world of consciousness, instead, he drifted off into a much-needed slumber.