The day I was turned was an interesting one. I was sent to patrol the landscape surrounding our campsite right outside Houston. I had ranked up to Major within a year and my superiors were already talking about bringing me into a higher chain of command. Joining the Confederates and their fight was an inevitable outcome. At 17, I joined the army in a vast venture to defend my home and the people I cared for. What happened that fateful afternoon, I couldn't have predicted. It would change my life forever.
My superior at the time sent me off to investigate three women who'd been spotted in the area at the time. Of the three women, there was Maria, Nettie and Lucy. Nettie was a smaller woman at 5 foot 1 and had braided brunette hair. I could only describe her as a wild and spunky individual. Lucy was the tallest of the three at around 5 foot 6, she'd carried a pride in her step and had long bleach blonde hair that reached her shoulders. Maria had caught my eye first. She was the most beautiful woman. She was 5 foot 3, a curvaceous body, and an intelligent gaze. She was of Hispanic origin and her smile could topple the heavens, I was sure.
The night I met these women would be my ultimate end. They carefully lured me away from my established camp and sprung an attack. Maria would unveil her fangs and sink them into my neck. What exactly transpired afterwards was hazy. These are my accounts of my days with Maria and the Mexican coven.
"Jasper." a sultry voice dripped from the shadows. My eyes drifted open, my irises carefully gazing into the dark, dilapidated barn. Small cracks in the old wooden walls showed tiny specks of moonlight. My head hurt and I felt a fiery hunger blaze in the back of my throat. I peered down and realized I was still in my uniform, my rifle and combat knife had been stripped from my belt through.
"déjalo entrar" The voice spoke again and I could barely make out her form. I had known very little Spanish in my studies but I think she said something like "Let them in."
I hastily got to my feet, and a deep guttural growl rumbled in my chest instinctively. A bright light flooded into the room as a door past the woman had opened. The door swung shut again as another person had entered the spacious barn. It was a young man with messy dark hair. He was in poor leathers and threw his head back, a vicious growl filling the room.
"George." The woman stood up from her seat as the moonlight slowly uncovered her from the shadows. It was the same woman that I met on that field before my blackout. The one with the angelic smile.
The hunched over male whipped his head in her direction, answering to his presumed name. His eyes flicked back to me, a pleading yet dangerous glare pointed at me. I couldn't help but feel threatened by his presence. Suddenly, the same door that George was pushed through had opened once more.
An older gentleman was pushed through to the room, but something was different. My fangs bared and the blazing hunger begged to be unleashed. I charged the older male, but the other male intervened. George screeched and tackled me against the walls. The sheer power in his forceful shove was inhuman. Training in martial combat with the military has given me useful information in this scenario. I trained my eyes to lock onto his arms and I acted accordingly to his wild movements. He was nothing like my sparring partners.
I noticed my reflexes were equally as fast. I had continuously dodged his vicious claws as I stayed on the defensive, but this man was an obstacle to fuel the fire in my throat.
I pivot my foot between his and catch his thrashing fists. He starts biting in my direction and I use my monstrous power to fold his arms inwards, shattering his bones. The sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard, like a stone pillar had been smashed to pieces.
"His head." The woman said. She grinned and held her wide hips in a confident pose. Her eyes were scarlet and pierced mine. I wanted her.
My focus turned back to George, his flailing had managed him out of my vice grip. His head. Okay. I changed gears and started an offensive rally against his wild strikes. I caught his other hand and swung him to my left, where I easily tripped him to the ground. My free hand seized his skull, the monstrous power returning to my fingers as I crumbled his cranium inwards. The same sound of crushed marble rang out and his flailing stopped. There was no blood, just dust. What had I become?
"Very good, Jasper. I knew you'd be a good one." The devilish woman applauded. She wore a frilled white blouse that accentuated her full breasts and ragged pants that carried her curvaceous bottom. My eyes glanced to her sultry body and then quickly to the heaving older man on the ground.
I pounced on the man, the burning sensation slowly numbed away as my fangs pierced his skin. His blood. A smooth, silky, sweet, nectar bursted onto my trembling tongue. The most fantastic taste in this world. The thirst had subsided but its presence was lingering.
"Good boy. How did you like your first meal?" The woman squatted down to my level, her hand brushed through my curls. A shiver ran down my spine as this beauty had blessed me with her touch.
"What am I?" I muttered, my lips pulling away from the cold corpse. Yet, I was frigid. I was colder than even a corpse.
"A vampire. My soldier." She whispered.
A vampire. They were myths, stories told to kids to scare them to bed. A nightmare turned reality. She said I was her soldier. Hers. This woman who turned me into a demon. Why did I have an urge to serve her?
"Yours." I stood up and locked eyes with her. She leaned forward and breathed warmth. No, it was ice cold. It felt warm though, like it internally seared into my heart. I wrapped my arms around her waist aggressively and her nails traced an infernal scar into my neck. Where she bit me. The pain was outweighed by her intense beauty.
"Soon, Jasper. Please me and I will offer you the world." She said, pushing away from my grasp.
"Yes." My face fell obediently.
"I am Maria. Your creator. Prove me your worth." She said, strutting out of the room and leaving me in the dark abyss of my thoughts.
Only minutes after, more just like George had flooded in. One by one, I eviscerated them. I shattered their stone bodies. I crushed their cold hearts. I separated their souls from their corpses. All to see that Maria again.
My body didn't deteriorate. It was scarred, though it didn't bleed. I never felt tired. An eternal source of energy filled at every dead vampire. I dispatched nearly twenty before I was rewarded a meal again. I recognized some. Some were soldiers, some were citizens, those I swore to protect. As I continued my onslaught, my mind deteriorated. It was strange, like I could feel their emotions. Their dying breath. It was as if I manifested their feelings into a diverse spectrum of sensations. Sadness, anger, and fear were all the most prevalent.
The door opened once more and I prepared another assault. I lurched backwards as another female had walked inside. She was one of the girls that accompanied Maria.
"Hello, Jasper. I'm Nettie." Her voice was much lighter than Maria's.
"Hello." I managed to give her a welcoming smile and she responded with her own. The emotions were back and I could place hers. She felt hope, happiness, and lust. Lust was very prominent and I'd be lying if I didn't feel the same for her. She was not Maria beautiful but still carried an attractive charm.
"I'm here to give you a run down to what we're working with here." She gave a smile that showed her perfect white pearls. My eyes couldn't help but to gaze down at her exposed cleavage and her hips. I was normally a subdued gentleman but these sensations were unstoppable. These emotions!
"Okay…"
"I'm sure you've figured out by now what you've become. Maria has turned you into a vampire. You are the newest candidate for our army. We seek strong willed soldiers…" Her eyes gazed into mine and I felt her lust increase. Okay, darling…
I simply nodded but I noticed she shuffled closer to me.
"We've been testing newborns such as yourself for the most skilled combatants. Your performance has been exceptional and you've been pulled into the top ten. The end goal is for a trainer of sorts for inexperienced fighters….That's all! Any questions?" She tilted her head.
"Yeah. Is this thirst ever going to go away?" I mumbled.
"It'll always be there. Unfortunately for us vampires, it's a vital part of our being. In exchange for immortality, we drink blood. We must feed on humans and that's exactly the driving force behind the goals that Maria, Lucy and I have planned. A territory for our army's needs."
"Okay...Now, what about this other thirst?" I shifted towards her, my eyes staring into hers.
"What?" I reached over for her arms and the lust was palpable. She wanted this and I wanted it. She didn't fight my touch as my hands explored the hem of her dress. I pushed her up onto a barrel and began deflowering her with my experienced hands.
"These emotions...They're killing me. Nettie…" I hummed into her ear. She moaned softly into my neck and she bit down onto my shoulder, creating a new mark. I felt her lust reach its highest when I said her name.
"What are you talking ab-" She moaned, I pulled down the waistband of my pants and let her revel in the size of my throbbing cock.
"Can't you feel it?" I grunted as I lunged my hips forward against hers. She was tight! The lust elevated into euphoria as I continued fucking her in the dark room. She kept her eyes wide open on my dick as it rammed inside her entrance. Her hands were deeply clawed into the wood wall as it propped her up against my body.
She let out a loud moan as I let her climax all over my dick. The door swung open and the last woman I saw on the field walked in. The blonde Lucy. Her emotions filled with surprise and fear as she caught the end of our session.
"Nettie!" The blonde girl growled. I pulled away but Nettie grabbed my shoulders.
"I think I know what you mean, Jasper." Nettie hopped off the barrel and left me a lingering lustful glance before walking off with Lucy. She dragged her away and I felt the eager excitement. I could hear her barely in the distance.
"He's got an ability. He has an ability, Lucy!"
Ability? What? I tried grasping the emotions that roamed my mind. I sat in the darkness, completely alone from anybody for the next few hours. I couldn't even remember what the sun looked like. I couldn't even perceive how long I'd been in this barn. Time was such a distant concept with immortality.
The thirst had returned. I wanted out of this room and I wanted a meal. I got up from my bed of hay and dirt. The moonlight that had bled inside slowly turned into a bright light. Ah, the sun had risen. The door slammed open and a burly male was flung inside. Another monster.