Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews and the continued interest! I'm still amazed by the popularity of this story and I sincerely thank everyone who has read and reviewed. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

The answer to the previous chapter was answered correctly by Michelle05, (it was Sexhibition by Janet Jackson).

This chapter contains strong sexual content.

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"There are two times you will ever see a woman at her complete emotional state," Taker once instructed to Dave and Rock, "when she is crying and when she is having an orgasm. If she'll let you see one state, she probably won't let you see the other. If she lets you see both, you need to make sure you only see more of one than the other. And I hope I don't need to spell it out for you which state I'm referring to."

The Brood and the Family had their obvious differences—too many to name and not enough time to go into intricate detail about. Yet, the way both groups inducted new members into their respective brethren had a common ground—sex.

The similarities ended there, however. The Brood's form of sexual intercourse was more of a wanton need, a twisted appetite that begged and lured potential victims. The encounters, although could be sweet with the right victim, were often strewed in a manner that played to whatever fantasy a Brood member had. The victim could be tied up with pieces of another human's flesh or be the unsuspecting witness to an oral session with deadly results. It all depended on the Brood member and their attitude that particular time.

The Family used sex not as a weapon, but an extra additive to what was already going to happen. It was part personal enjoyment and part satisfying other's desires. None of them were boring or plain; quite adventurous and dominating if one were to watch. Stephanie was known as a goddess in all areas in the vampire world and it was no surprise she loved to school new conquests on lovemaking. It was how the members of both the Brood and the Family learned their sexual skills. It would also be how Trish will learn hers.

Stephanie took her time to kiss Trish, trying to relax and calm her down. She knew Trish was extremely nervous when she made her pump out the rest of her breast milk right before the turning ceremony. It was unavoidable that needed to happen and Trish was reluctant to do it. However, with Stephanie on top of her, Trish did not think of anything other than getting off.

Stephanie kissed her slow and sensually, occasionally stopping to stare down at her hazel eyes and smooth her hands through her hair. To Stephanie, foreplay never began with oral sex, but with a kiss. Whether it was a simple hand greeting or a passionate tongue-twist, foreplay always began in the mind. "Anyone can fuck your body," She once said, "but it only takes one person to fuck your mind."

Sensing that Trish was relaxed enough, Stephanie got off Trish and instructed her to get off the table as well. "We're going to sixty-nine." She directed as she laid back on the table.

Trish nodded and climbed on top of Stephanie, holding onto her soft thighs and easing her mound onto Stephanie's mouth. Almost immediately, the pleasure began. While the women were giving each other oral pleasure, Dave entered Trish from behind. He was thrusting slowly, intentionally taking long strokes for Stephanie to taste them both. Every once in a while, Dave would pull out and Stephanie would orally please him. She would then place him inside Trish again and encouraged the lovemaking. Now Stephanie was getting tired of the Cinemax-esque porn. She wanted more.

"Lover, fuck her." She ordered Dave.

He grabbed onto Trish's hips and began to thrust harder inside her. Trish tried not to moan but she didn't know how much longer she could contain the emotion. She finally moaned, holding onto Stephanie's thighs while Dave increased his pace. He felt a release approaching and Stephanie knew he was close. However, tonight was not about Dave. It was about Trish and Stephanie wasn't going to have a premature end to a long night.

Stephanie motioned for Dave to stop and looked up at him. "Don't you dare come, you got that?" She demanded.

Dave reluctantly nodded. He was so close, it was almost painful not to release. But he wasn't going to disobey the Queen Mother. "Yes."

The trio then switched positions with Trish once again lying on her back. Stephanie spread Trish's legs apart and climbed to her heat. She deeply inhaled, letting the intoxicating scents wash over her mind and body. She kissed her inner thighs, then her swollen nub. Dave then entered Stephanie from behind and she slightly gasped. A slow smile formed and she looked down at Trish.

"Watch each other." She instructed.

Dave slowly moved inside of Stephanie as she lowered her head to begin pleasing Trish. Meanwhile, Dave and Trish locked eyes, never leaving focus off each other. Both moaned and gasped at the incredible feeling, yet their eyes never closed. The moment was too intense to miss.

Stephanie lifted her head and licked her lips. She looked at Trish while she spoke to Dave. "You can come now, Lover. But not in me." She said as he kept moving inside her. "I want her to taste you."

Dave pulled out of Stephanie and hurried over to Trish, where he stood behind her. She tilted her head back and began to deep throat him while Stephanie kept licking her. Feeling a strong release forming, Dave gripped the table and emptied into Trish's mouth. It was now Stephanie's cue to begin.

Stephanie feasted on Trish more passionately, licking and sucking on her harder. Trish swallowed all of Dave and pulled her mouth away from him, feeling her orgasm approaching.

"Oh…oh…oh…" Trish breathed in short spurts and Stephanie just smiled.

"Now?" Stephanie asked.

"Now!" Trish cried as her back rose off the table.

Just when Trish was climaxing, Stephanie's fangs appeared and she sunk them into Trish's left thigh. Immediately, Trish felt a sharp pain and her body came down from the high. Stephanie raised her head slightly to kiss Dave, transferring some of Trish's blood and secretions to him. The eroticism of the action made Dave's fangs appeared and he gently bit Stephanie's lower lip, causing her to bleed inside his mouth. He then walked back to Trish's face and kissed her, letting her swallow and savor what he had. Dave and Stephanie then stepped back from the table and watched the moment everyone has been waiting for.

Trish was beginning to turn.

She felt the pain first on her skin, as if several paper cuts formed all over her body. Little by little was her body attacked. It was a sharp sting that grew excruciating worse by each new pain. Then her throat became hoarse, like if she had a very bad sore throat. The more she swallowed to relieve the pain, the worse it became. Her throat was on fire and Trish was on borderline tears.

Yet, nothing compared to what was happening to her major organs. Her stomach constantly turned in knots and her head began spinning. Whenever she opened her eyes, she felt more nauseated than before. Then her lungs began to close in on her. She felt a loss of breath and was gasping for air. She crouched in the fetal position and screamed in agony as she hit the floor hard.

Trish's reaction caused Dave to step forward, only to be held back from Stephanie. He wanted Trish to turn for the better part of the year he has known her. But he didn't realize how heart wrenching it was going to be to see her die right in front of him. He wanted to run out of the room. He wanted to cover his eyes and block the wrenching sounds of her moans out of his ears. But he couldn't. It was a part of the process and he only hoped she would experience it once.

"Let her go, Lover." Stephanie whispered.

Dave sighed as he continued to watch Trish morph into a vampire. He wanted to stop the pain and save his lover, but he also knew the pain was almost over. He silently waited in vain until the turning was near complete. Trish's cries turned into soft moans, signaling to the Family that she was finally making the transition.

Her blonde hair became a dark auburn color, contrasting between a coffee brown and a light chestnut. Her fingernails became longer, twice their normal length. Trish's skin tone darkened, becoming a sun-kissed tan color.

When the transition was complete, Trish sat up and opened her eyes. They morphed from a soft hazel to a deep brown. She blinked twice and was amazed by the clarity. She could see the creases of the wall texture. Her head then whipped around to hear the crackle of one of the candles burning a good fifty feet away from her. She swore it was next to her ear.

Trish got up and walked around as the Family watched her. She was cold upon entering the Palace, but her body heat quickly warmed up. She touched her skin; it was the softest she has ever felt. She felt every hair on her arm, making her realize that she needed to shave soon. Suddenly, a sharp pain emitted through her right side. Her thigh was slowly bruising from the hard fall.

Stopping at a complete circle, Trish looked at Stephanie and Dave. The Family gathered behind her and put another cloak on her naked body. The Family quickly kneeled behind Trish and bowed their heads. Trish looked behind and once again at Stephanie and Dave, confused by what transpired.

"You're the mother vampire to my heiress." Stephanie explained. "That within itself gives you a hierarchy amongst your brethren in the vamprical world. You have been given powers that are equal to those who have lived for well over a century. Over the next few days, you will discover the powers you have and the many different ways you can use them. I suggest you use them wisely or they will be taken away from you."

"A few days?" Trish questioned. She thought once she had turned, she would be given Nevaeh immediately.

"A few days." Stephanie said. "You want your daughter back, you need to earn her."

Trish agreed. She has come too far to stop now and she wasn't going to quit until Nevaeh was in her arms again. "It's done."

"Was there anything else?" Stephanie asked.

"One more thing." Trish said. "I'm hungry. Is it okay that I kill someone now?"

"Anyone." Stephanie smiled. "Was there a particular person you had in mind?"

Trish's memory flashed back to her bartending days at the Wood. She still wanted to finish the job she started on Randy. "Yes, actually, there is." She smiled, revealing white fangs.