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Chapter 62:
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The island was hardly a few miles from the coast of Puerto Rico and it was only an hour or so before we docked the boat at the Sunbay Marina in San Pablo. A popular tourist destination, Americans and Europeans in plenty, all dressed in sunglasses and sunhats, covered in sunscreen, moving around the piers with cameras and small children. Bella had spent most of the boat ride texting Kate and Tanya and letting them know what we were up to. Kate told us to have fun. Tanya told us to be careful.
Soon the three of us were packed in the back of a small cab while Alice spoke Spanish to the driver. She had learnt it from Jasper, she said. He grew up in Texas along the Mexican border. The streets of San Pablo were sunny and quaint with narrow lanes and old world cobbles. The sidewalks were packed with tourists and natives and various vendors, little coffeecarts or lunch stalls that sold enchiladas and tacos and other Spanish foods. There was color everywhere and no two people in the town seemed dressed alike. We were going by a brickwall with a mural of Jesus Christ, radiant with a halo, spread across the surface. Several chickens were pecking at a patch of grain in the street and they would flutter and move aside for people on bicycles before returning to the grain. The radio in the cab was decades old, older than the cab itself perhaps, and it played tinny latin music all the way to the Fajardo Inn where Alice had made reservations.
We didn't stay in the room very long and we spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon exploring the little town, taking in the local sights. Alice took us to several churches, old stone buildings with high belltowers, and told some of the history of the saints who had lived and died in this area. Bella wasn't particularly interested and instead we headed down to the beach to check out the local females, women with honey-brown skin playing volleyball in bikinis or relaxing on beach towels. Bella was admiring them for plumpness and rape-ability and Alice laughed nervously as if the other girl were half joking yet not without her own gleam of excitement in those innocent amber eyes. She asked if we were going to take one of them right now but I assured her we did our hunting at night.
By sun down we were back at the inn and the first thing we did was fuck. Why not. A light threeway to get us in the mood, stripping away our clothes and taking turns to lick at each other's vaginas, the sun declining behind the curtains, the room filled with a dark orange gloom. Alice and I got into a sixty-nine position on the bed and moaned and ate each other out while Bella knelt by and pumped Alice's pussy with her fingers.
By dark we were in the shower, all three of us, giggling and washing ourselves clumsily in the small space of the bathtub, dropping the soap and bending over only to receive a swift fingering from behind. Eventually we got ourselves scrubbed down and we stepped out of the tub with water dripping from our hair and breasts. The inn had an electric hairdryer and we took turns with it, me first while the other two amused themselves with a little making out, tasting each other with their tongues, breasts pressed together, their small hands roaming each other's bodies. I watched them with a smile as the hot air blew through my hair. I had been worried that we might have insisted on this hunting trip a little early for Alice but so far Alice seemed almost as eager as Bella.
The overnight bag we had packed was sitting on the bed and soon it was unzipped and the contents spread across the mattress. We each had a dress of a different color and lace panties to match. Alice's dress was pink but a dark shade of pink, magenta, and it was tight all across her sexy body. Bella's was purple satin and very flimsy, strapless and tied around the back of her neck with the shimmering material hardly even draped over her breasts. You could see plenty of side-boob and she did look delicious indeed. For myself I was wearing red. Naturally. A red dance dress, that clung to the curves of my waist before loosening into a skirt around my thighs. We did our make up as well, rich lipstick on our mouths and mascara to make our eyelashes even more devastatingly long and thick. Alice's eyes were perhaps the prettiest of the trio, large and elf-like with cuteness, and she took and extra moment to regard their yellow shade in the mirror. By the end of tonight they would be as red as Bella's.
Finally we arranged our purses. Phone, cash, extra make up in case of emergency maintenance. Alice had become a little nervous again, her movements stiff and awkward in her tiny cocktail dress, and when we were ready to go she gave her dress a smooth down with her hands anxiously.
"Okay," she said, as if to prepare herself. "So, um, what exactly is the plan here? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. With animals, you just track them down and kill them right there, but you can't do that with humans, right? I mean, you don't just kill them in public and leave the bodies lying around, do you?"
Bella smirked and said: "Well…"
I gave her a chiding look and ignored her. As much as my darling mate enjoyed murdering women at will, even in public, tonight we would have to be more careful. For real, this time.
"The first requirement is to leave no trace of a crime scene," I said. "This is something I've tried very hard to teach Bella, but…"
I gave an eyeroll, like a long suffering wife with a difficult partner. Bella grinned and defended herself.
"Hey," she said. "You've left plenty of dead bodies out in the open too. That vet, our first night in Seattle, and those three chicks in the alleyway when you went out with Carmen and Irena, and even that woman in the dressing room when—"
"The point," I interrupted, "is that we ought to be extra careful tonight. The last thing we want to do is draw attention to your family. Bella and I were nomads, so it wasn't much of a problem, but your family has built quite a life for themselves."
Alice nodded at that a couple times.
"Right," she said. "So no crime scene, then."
"No," I agreed. "Ideally we want to seduce a woman and somehow get her on the boat. From there we take her a little bit out to sea, drain her, and dump the body—preferably in international waters for an extra layer of security."
Alice nodded again but this time she seemed a little troubled.
"Okay," she said. "That sounds…"
"Boring," Bella finished for her, arms folded in her purple satin cocktail dress and not impressed at all with my plan. "Come on, Vicky. It's Alice's first ever hunt. Can't we do something wild?"
I looked at them and sighed. We were standing around the room, under the yellow lightbulb in the ceiling. The bed was messy and unmade and there were clothes on the floor. Bella clearly wanted to do something much more exciting and Alice too had an uncertain glimmer in her eyes.
I felt myself weaken. It was true we had to be very careful, not just to avoid drawing attention to the Cullens but also to avoid angering Tanya, but maybe Bella was right. It was Alice's first ever hunt. A quiet dissection under the moon on the open water seemed special enough to me but maybe there was something else we could do too.
"Well," I said. "I suppose we could abduct multiple women. One each, perhaps. And of course we could rape them on the boat and torture them a little before draining them. But we can't exactly go on a rampage in the streets. This is important, Bella. Alice's family has a permanent position in the community here, and not only that, but Tanya needs to know that she can trust us."
Bella sighed at that, knowing I was right. Alice was curious what I meant.
"Why doesn't she trust you?" she asked.
Bella and I glanced at each other. How much truth do we tell her? She had been okay with everything so far but she was perhaps not quite ready to learn that Bella had in fact coldly and cruelly murdered her brother Edward.
I smiled and waved a hand casually.
"It's nothing, really," I said. "Tanya blames us for what happened to Edward. And in many ways she's perfectly right. You know as well as I do that Bella isn't as innocent as she seems."
Alice reluctantly acknowledged that with a shrug. "Yeah, but…"
"It really was my fault, Alice," Bella admitted, but keeping it vague. "I wasn't exactly gentle with his feelings. When I said I wanted to help him, it was just to get your family off my back. Mostly I just wanted to tease him."
That was a bold reveal but it seemed to be well timed. Alice actually chuckled and rolled her eyes, as if this new and evil version of her old friend was just all kinds of kooky. I took it as a very good sign. Clearly she was swaying more and more toward Bella and I was confident that eventually the full truth could be revealed to her.
The three of us fell silent after that, standing around the hotel room in our tiny cocktail dresses and high heels, full make up and ready to hunt. My purse had a thin leather strap that went over my shoulder and now I adjusted it and sighed and gave them both wide smiles.
"Well," I said. "Shall we get going?"
The two girls grinned and gathered up their own purses.
"Alice, this is your territory," I said. "Do you know of any places we can find some attractive young women?"
"I know a few gay friendly salsa clubs."
"Perfect," I said brightly. "Dancers have the best bodies."
I gave her a wink and opened the door for her. She giggled and went out into the night and Bella and I followed her.
It was still early in the evening but the stars were out in a sky that wasn't black but rather a deep dark blue. The club Alice had spoken of was called Club Caribe, a modestly long walk from the inn that we enjoyed in our high heels, sauntering along the sidewalk with cars slowing in the street to look at us and cabs pulling up with drivers calling out in Spanish to give us a ride.
Before long we entered the district where the streets soon became populated with young women in dresses like our own, on the arms of boyfriends or in small flocks, drifting from bar to bar and laughing and holding hands. The old cobbled roads were flushed with pink neon from club signs and we moved like models through a parting of the crowd with every head turning to check us out, a trio of pale beauties among the darker locals, our white skin more perfect and lustrous than even the half-moon in the dark night sky.
Club Caribe was small and underground. There was a short line of people waiting to get in but the bouncer took one look at our sexy bodies in our sexy dresses and let us through without even asking for ID.
The inside was loud with salsa music and there was a strong aroma of perfume and alcohol. The dancefloor was a frenzy of flaring skirts and gay men. Not many girl-girl couples but Alice explained that most of the women who came here were at least bisexual. Bella frowned and wondered out loud why full lesbians are so non-existent aside from her. Alice shrugged and theorized that female sexuality tends to be very fluid and if a woman is attracted to men she'll likely just stick to men since it's a lot easier. Bella took offence and asked what exactly is so difficult about dating a girl and I sighed and reflected on my own difficulties with my very female mate.
At first we only mingled at the bar. It was backlit in bright red neon with the bottles on shelves in the blood red light like chemicals used for black magic. Bella continued to complain about the state of lesbianism in today's society, undecided if the root of the problem was the stupidity of straight women or the bias of nature toward men, but she perked up when she found a girl to flirt with. And an actual lesbian at that, or lesbiana, as she said in Spanish. Her name was Valentina. Quite adorable as well, a unique butch/femme hybrid with short black hair and a muscular physique wrapped in a skimpy red dress. The look was completed with a face full of makeup, generous and embellished, and a pair of earrings in her ears. She spoke no English and Alice was soon translating and flirting with her as well, Valentina laughing and handling both girls with confidence.
Soon the three of them were out on the dancefloor. Valentina was shorter than both Bella and Alice but she carried herself with a cocky swagger and danced with both girls as once, leading them through a combined chacha and smiling and complimenting Bella on her clumsy steps and Alice on her perfect precision.
I watched them from the bar, sitting on a stool with a martini that I couldn't drink, and I admired their luck. This woman named Valentina seemed like exactly the kind of girl who would enjoy a midnight cruise on the ocean, hoping for a threeway but instead to be raped and slaughtered and dumped overboard. She seemed like such a sure thing that I almost didn't bother trying to find a woman of my own but when you're as attractive as I am the prey tends to come to you.
At first it was only men. One after another handsome young Spanish men in silk shirts approached me where I sat with my exotic white legs crossed and one by one I turned them away politely. Alice perhaps had a point about how men were easier. Eventually, however, a woman at the bar overheard me explain to my latest suitor that I was gay. She was an older woman, with long black hair and a modest black dress. Perhaps as much as forty years old. She was right beside me, standing there and swaying her womanly hips to the music, and she glanced at me as if she thought a woman like me could never possibly be interested in a woman like her. But naturally I was. I gave her a smile to show her so and she returned the smile and hesitated for a while and then finally asked if she could buy me a drink.
I bought her one instead and pretended to sip mine. She took a stool beside me and crossed her legs in much the same way as I was. They were long and brown and I complimented her on them with a great deal of admiration, even lifting the skirt of her dress slightly to better see her thighs. She laughed and brushed away my hand and revealed that she had been dancing since she was nine years old, three decades, which explained their firm lush fullness. She gave me some compliments as well, particularly impressed with my hair, and soon we were flirting and smiling and eyeing each other with desire.
At some point Alice and Bella had begun making out with Valentina, there on the dancefloor, the two girls acting drunk and all but throwing themselves at her, much to Valentina's delight. She groped their asses in a lewd rumba while they were grinding against her, front and back, Bella in her slutty purple satin dress, Alice in ravishing dark pink, rubbing against their prey and making her horny for more. Meanwhile I was chatting with this woman, Mariela, who only spoke broken English but communicated much more clearly with sultry body language. It seemed I had gotten lucky tonight as well and there would be no need for further hunting.
At one point I looked toward the dancefloor again and noticed the girls had vanished. I felt a flicker of misgiving but likely they had simply gone somewhere private where they could let their boobs out. I had my phone on the bar and they would notify me when they would take her to the boat.
Mariela was on her second drink, an elegant martini, and now she took a sip from it. I smiled at her and looked her over once more for perhaps the twelfth time that night, letting my eyes roam over the flimsy black fabric of her dress that cupped her large breasts and draped over her thighs.
"I have to say, you look absolutely delectable in that dress," she said. "How many drinks would it take to get you out of it?"
She chuckled with the glass to her lips and set it down again without answering. I normally appreciated coyness but I needed to work fast before Bella and Alice got impatient.
"You know, me and my friends are staying at a villa on an island just a few miles out," I went on. "Isle Esme. Have you ever heard of it?"
"Si," she said. "It is owned by the Senor Cullen."
I nodded and smiled to myself. I suppose a reclusive billionaire could only be so reclusive. It only made it all the more important to make sure no problems occurred tonight.
"That's right," I said. "We came out here by boat. Have you ever been on the water at night? It's really quite romantic. Under the moon and all the stars. Hm? What do you say? Wanna come for a ride?"
The woman was clearly very tempted but she seemed determined to be exotic and unattainable. She let her eyes move up and down my body. Her lips were covered in thick red lipstick and she opened her mouth to answer when we were interrupted.
By a very distressed Bella.
"Fuck," she said. "Vicky, we have a problem."
Already I had a sinking feeling. Mariel was looking at Bella with a hint of jealousy and I gave her a charming smile.
"Excuse me," I said. "I have to…"
I was about to rise from the barstool but she lifted a hand to forestall me and slipped off her own barstool instead.
"I go to use restroom," she said. "Then we dance, si?"
"Si," I said with a giggle.
She gave me a smile and turned and smoothed her dress over her hips as she sauntered into the further red neon of the danceclub.
Bella, meanwhile, was tapping at my shoulder.
"Vicky, we have a problem," she said again.
"What happened, Bella?"
"Well. Um."
"Bella, what happened?"
"We had an accident."
The gaping feeling in my stomach widened. I didn't think she meant that she peed herself. The loud salsa music suddenly seemed very dim and my voice came out like someone else's voice.
"Don't tell me you accidently killed someone."
"Not me," Bella said. "Alice."
Panic washed over me and I rose from the barstool like a woman lifted by levitation.
"Oh god," I said. "Where?"
I hadn't heard any screams from any of the dancers so hopefully there was a way to salvage the situation if only it hadn't occurred in public.
Bella took my arm and began leading me.
"In the bathroom," she said. "In one of the stalls."
"Nobody saw?"
"No."
"Thank god."
"I'm sorry, Vicky, but it wasn't me, it was—"
I pulled my arm away from her impatiently and hurried across the dancefloor.
The bathrooms were at the rear of the club and there was a small line of women in dresses who'd had too much to drink. I pushed passed them all, ignoring the dark looks we got, and shoved open the door. The music had been loud but the volume receded as the door swung closed behind us. Several women at the mirrors glanced at us as we barged in. One of them was Mariela and she looked as if maybe I was here for her. She smiled but I ignored her. The other women were repairing their makeup in pairs or small groups of friends and the small white tiled room was echoing with Spanish chatter like a chicken coop.
Bella led me to the stall at the end and we entered discreetly.
There, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet, was Valentina.
The poor thing was dead and slumped and her panties were around her knees with her legs partly open. Her dress was hiked up and you could see her vagina had been licked quite recently. Her muscular arms were hanging limply at her sides and her hefty tits were bulging out of her dress. There was a tattoo of a butterfly on one of them and bite marks on the other. Her throat was gaping open but there was little blood on the floor and her eyes were open and staring at nothing.
I looked at the corpse for a long moment with the din of the bathroom dimming in my ears.
"Well," I said.
I couldn't think of anything else to say. Alice was there too. She was standing by the dead woman fretfully with eyes that were freshly red and full of panic.
"I'm sorry," she said. "We were just fooling around, and…"
She looked at the corpse regretfully. Bella stood there as well, nibbling her lip. For once, at least, it wasn't her fault. I looked at them sternly and put my hands on my hips.
"Didn't I warn you two how important it was to be careful?" I asked them. "Didn't I tell you over and over again?"
Alice wrung her hands anxiously. "I didn't mean to. It was just so hot. I was kissing her neck and I could feel her pulse throbbing and…"
I sighed and shook my head. Bella was anxious too and she wanted to defend her friend.
"It was an accident, Vicky," she said. "It wasn't her fault."
I gave her a glare. "And how much was your fault? There's marks on her breasts as well, Bella. Obviously you didn't try too hard to stop her."
"We had no choice," she protested. "Alice bit first, anyway. I was just…"
But she trailed off as my glare darkened even further.
Alice made a small panicked whimpering sound and bobbed up and down a little. She looked at the corpse. The corpse sat there with its panties around its knees and its eyes open.
I looked at the corpse as well and heaved another sigh.
"Well," I said.
It was still all I could think of to say about the situation. Alice continued looking at the corpse and she seemed to have genuine regret.
"Poor girl," she said. "I really wanted to fuck her more."
Bella smirked at her attitude and I smiled a little as well even under these circumstances. At least there would be no attack of conscience to deal with. Only the problem of somehow disposing of the corpse. I had a feeling she was too big to flush.
Bella looked toward the stall door anxiously and then at me.
"What do we do, Vicky?"
"I don't know."
"Should we leave the body here?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe if we could fix her clothes and clean her up with toilet water, we could somehow get her out into the club. If we can pretend she's drunk—"
Suddenly the stall door flung open behind us.
It was Mariel.
The three of us stared at her. No doubt she had seen me enter the stall with Bella and she had been suspicious of what I might be doing with the girl. She had probably been expecting to catch me making out with her. Instead what she saw was Valentina, slumped and dead on the toilet with her tits hanging out and her lace panties stretched between her knees.
"Dios mia," she breathed.
She looked up at us.
"Pero que…?"
But before she could register more than shock I quickly grabbed her and snatched her into the stall and covered her mouth with my hand.
Bella closed the door before anyone could look in and this time she locked it. Would've been great if she had locked it the first time but I guess it was just one of those nights.
Mariela let out a loud squeal in my palm and began thrashing in panic.
"You stupid girls!" I hissed over her shoulder at Bella and Alice. "Didn't I explain to you how important it was to be careful? Didn't I explain—"
Mariela was groaning in horror, her eyes bulging at the corpse on the toilet, and now she inhaled deep through her nose and screamed as loud as she could.
Even muffled in my hand it was very audible and I quickly refocused my attention to the problem at hand. Some of the chatter outside the stall stopped. I could imagine the women out there pausing in their makeup, glancing toward our stall.
Mariela was struggling again and she had begun to cry. I gripped her tight, her body rubbing all against my front, and began to feel violent intentions throbbing inside me.
"Shh," I hissed at the squirming woman. "Shut up or I'll snap your neck."
The threat might been more effectual if I had a weapon of some kind. She didn't believe me and she screamed again, louder this time, and began kicking at Bella. Bella and Alice were crowded in the corner, neither knowing what to do. Bella grabbed at the woman's feet and instead ripped off a shoe. The woman kept kicking with the other foot and her remaining shoe flew off and sailed over the stall door and clattered on the other side.
A startled murmur came from beyond the stall. They could hear muffled sounds of struggling and by now they must've all been wondering what was going on.
I held the woman even tighter, clutching her warm and sweet-smelling body against me, tempted to just rip her to pieces. But instead I listened. For sounds of alarm. There was nothing. Dead silence out there. No talking. No chatter. I clamped down on the struggling woman's mouth as firm as I could, smothering as much noise as possible, and—
A soft knock occurred on other side of the stalldoor.
"Que esta posando?" a voice called out.
Bella and Alice were wide eyed and staring at me. Mariel had quieted slightly, perhaps to lull me into thinking she had quit, and now gave a mighty scream into my palm and flung her legs out once more to kick at the door itself this time, pounding at it with her bare feet and making full use of that dancer's leg strength.
I had enough and quickly snapped her neck.
The woman's head twisted violently to the side in a flurry of black hair and she went boneless in my arms. Alice jumped at the sickening crack. Bella smiled and became excited, unable to help herself. Mariel was silenced instantly and she collapsed into the floor of the stall with one arm flung out beneath the gap under the door.
People must've been gathered there because now there were several gasps at the appearance of that dead wrist.
"Oh dios," said a female voice.
Confusion flared up out there. Voices babbled.
"Que paso?"
"Esta muerto?"
Someone bobbed down and patted the hand.
"Esta bien?" a voice asked the dead woman. "Que paso?"
I recovered from my shock and quickly kicked the arm back into the stall. A lot of good that would do. We were trapped. By now there was knocking on the door and more demands if everything was okay.
Bella and Alice were staring at me in opposite states, Bella excited and half breathless, Alice simply stunned and not knowing what to do. My own emotions ran toward frustration with an even more frustrating lust throbbing inside my pussy and I swept a clawed hand through my dishevelled red hair.
"Fuck," I said.
Then I unlocked the stall door and wrenched it open.
Women immediately drew back and tried to look in at the same time. They saw the corpses. One of them slumped on the toilet, half naked, a gaping wound in her neck. The other one sprawled on the floor. None of spectators quite seemed to know how to react. They had suspected some kind of violence had occurred behind the door but they hadn't expected double murder.
I came out of the stall and looked around as they backed away from me in fright. Whispers went among them. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. I was looking for an option, any option at all, but I could see nothing. The situation was rapidly spiralling out of control and I had no idea how to contain it.
"Fuck," I said again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
It was uncharacteristic of me to curse so inelegantly but the situation seemed to call for it. Most of the women were just staring with huge wide eyes but now one of them had her phone out and she was trying to call the police. I slapped the phone out of her hand. The woman squealed and jumped and a different woman hurried toward the bathroom door.
That was when it became very clear.
None of these women could call the police.
And none of them could leave alive.
I dashed over to the door just as the escapee reached it and pushed it closed before it opened more than an inch. The woman turned to bark at me but I grabbed a handful of her hair and smashed her face into the door.
Once, twice, three times, using all of my vampire strength to release my frustrations. By the time the woman slumped to the floor her whole face was broken and covered in blood.
Screaming had begun as terror and hysteria swept through the room. The screams were loud and piercing and oddly beautiful. Bella and Alice were standing among them in their cocktail dresses like any other victims aside from their silence and the growing excitement in their large red eyes. More women were reaching for their phones and some of them were sobbing.
Bella snatched at someone's phone and grabbed her throat but before she did anything she turned to me and shouted over the din.
"Vicky, what do we do?!"
My head had gone dizzy from the enormity of what was happening. All these witnesses. A dozen of them. More. Young women in cocktail dresses. Red, green, purple. With long black Spanish hair and dark Spanish skin. Some of them in miniskirts. Some of them in croptops. This was undoubtedly the worst situation we had ever been in and yet at the same time it was perhaps the best. All these women needed to die.
All of them.
The temptation was transcendent and I gave in to it with no more resistance.
"Oh, fuck it," I said, grabbing a nearby woman. "Kill them all!"
Then I bit into her neck and ripped out her throat.
Blood sprayed out of the severed artery and hit the mirrors over the sinks and ran down them. Fresh screams echoed in that tiny tiled cavern but the room seemed fairly insulated from the rest of the club. Even the women waiting in line outside probably couldn't hear anything over the dancemusic. My face was spattered with warm fresh blood and I closed my eyes in a moment of euphoria as more blood continued to spray over my mouth, cheeks, eyelids. I licked my lips and tasted the incredible sweetness and then I let the woman drop and opened my eyes.
Mostly the women were just screaming and holding up their hands and trying to shrink away. The phones had been forgotten. Most of them were on the floor. Bella had already slaughtered one woman, her face coated with blood, and now she was smiling and reaching for another. There were two sisters or best friends cowering together in a corner and Bella took one of them by the hair and forced a blood stained kiss onto her mouth while the other watched and sobbed. Bella was completely lost in her lust and she tongued at the girl savagely and groped up her ass under her dress until finally she bit into her mouth and then into her face and finally into her neck while the girl screamed and bled.
By now there were several women trying to get me away from the door, three of them in loose formation, crying and slapping at me and screaming for me to move. I couldn't help grinning at what headless little chickens they were and I grabbed one of them and forced her against the door and humped the front of my body into her, clutching her throat and licking across her face while she strangled. She tasted of makeup. The two other women were trying to pull me away but I choked their friend till she died and then I turned and grabbed another one and ripped down the front of her dress to expose her tits. They were big and plump and I my sank my fingers into one of the mounds, harder and harder, until my fingernails pierced into the globe. I ripped the entire breast away, a huge blob of bloody meat, and her friend shrieked and shrieked in terror before spinning on the spot and running into a stall and locking the door.
Alice was watching all this in something like terror herself. Bella had moved onto the dead girl's sister or best friend and she was actually raping her in the corner, fingers in her vagina and pumping them viciously. I let my own victim drop. Alice looked at us, not knowing what to do. Her newly red eyes were wide and her tiny chest was heaving. The room was thick with the scent of blood and perfume and the small tiled space was shrieking with screams. Her breathing became faster and faster and then she noticed a woman trying to escape through the window.
The woman had turned a trashbin upside down and she was standing on it in her heels to try and open the small highwindow of grained glass there. But it wouldn't open and she tried pounding at it with her palm instead. She was wearing a very short dress and you could see her panties as she struggled to balance on the upturned trashbin.
Alice at first only tried to stop her, grabbing her around the legs, but the woman screamed and used her fist to beat at the top of Alice's head. Alice endured that for a little bit but her eyes had closed and the temptation was overwhelming her. Her arms had gone around one of the woman's legs, almost affectionately, and she was nuzzling the bare thigh with her cheek as her brain was slowly invaded by the scent of blood. The woman sobbed and hit at her with a fist and Alice continued to rub her cheek against that warm skin until finally she gave up and opened her mouth and bit into it. The woman screamed in pain and lost her balance and toppled off the trashbin and fell to the floor in a tangle of bare legs and high heels.
Meanwhile there was a knock on the door behind me, people waiting to use the bathroom. I could hardly hear them so I knew they couldn't hear us. There were three bodies on the floor around me and I quickly piled them up against the door, creating a makeshift barricade. The women were rather slim but in total it would be at least three hundred pounds, more than enough to prevent anyone getting in or going out.
I turned back to the room. Bella was still raping the girl and the girl was beginning to respond. Her body was, at least. Her vagina had wettened as an automatic response to try and lubricate the pain and now she was orgasming with her pretty Spanish face aglow with blush and streaming with tears. Alice was on the floor, straddling her own victim, and she was biting at her neck like a vampire. A real vampire. Bella was grinning at the girl she raped, face to face with her, and the girl sobbed and begged for no more, please no more, and Bella licked at her mouth and bit into her neck.
My vagina by now was throbbing in an absolute lust that I didn't think I'd ever felt before. I pulled off my dress, needing to be free of it, lifting it over my head in a slow trance-like movement. Women were screaming like music in my ears and slowly I lowered my panties as well. All I was wearing now was shoes, sexy red stiletto heels, and even in this situation there was one woman who looked at my body in amazement, a young woman in a black leather miniskirt. I smiled at her pleasantly and grabbed her and forced her onto her knees and began grinding my vagina into her face. Harder. Harder. By the time I orgasmed her neck had been snapped and she was dead with my arousal smeared all over her face.
What followed was an utter massacre. Bella and Alice were soon naked as well and the tiny bathroom was screeching with the screams of the raped and slaughtered. The three of us were covered in blood and there were dead women everywhere. Slumped at the sinks. Draped over toilets. Naked. The floor was covered in torn dresses and bras and sexy pairs of panties and there were slashes of blood all across the white tiles and the broken mirrors.
Bella had wrenched off a woman's head and now she swung it by the hair like a flail and knocked out another woman. Alice was quite frenzied and she remained mostly on the floor like a dog at the dinner table, gnawing at bodies and licking at the blood. At one point she noticed me going by and grabbed my hips and started eating my vagina hungrily. I paused and laughed with a woman by the hair, the woman thrashing and trying to get away, and after I orgasmed I offered the woman to Alice. Alice grinned and pulled her down into the floor and began kissing her like a lover, moaning and wrapping her up in her arms and legs, rolling through the blood and body parts strewn across the floor and lost completely in this strange new lust that had possessed her.
Bella had noticed a woman crawling toward the door and now she went over and flipped her onto her back. The woman was bleeding from her neck but not quite dead. She kicked at Bella limply with a heeled shoe and Bella grabbed her ankle and stomped on her naked vagina with her own heeled shoe. The spike of the stiletto pierced directly through her pubic bone and the woman howled in agony. Bella grinned and pinned her down with that impaled heel and began ripping off her leg.
My hair was soaked with blood and I took a moment to admire myself in one of the cracked mirrors, smiling and wiping at the corners of my mouth with a finger. In the reflection I noticed movement underneath the stall door behind me and my smile tilted into a smirk as I turned and opened the stall door. There was a woman hiding there, cowering by the toilet with her arms wrapped around the pipe, and I took her by the hair and dragged her out into the bathroom to be raped and murdered like all the others.
There had been a total of thirteen women in the bathroom aside from us and soon there were only three left. With these final three we took our time. Bella was sitting on the counter with her long legs dangling and Alice was kneeling with a woman and forcing the woman to eat Bella's vagina. These last few were virtually numb at this point and quite docile. No screaming. No resistance. Only quiet sobbing. We made sure to take full advantage and we raped them each quite thoroughly, inserting fingers into their soft little lower holes and pumping their bodies till they orgasmed against their will. Bella had orgasmed and now she pulled the woman into her lap on the counter for Alice to eat her out. Alice was mesmerized by this power she was discovering, the domination, the thrill, and she didn't stop licking at her victim's hard little clitoris until her victim climaxed.
Afterwards Bella hopped down and used some soap to lubricate an entire hand and now she told one of the women to bent over the sink. The woman did, using her palms to lean on the counter. She begged over her shoulder for Bella not to do it but Bella only smiled and began poking a teardrop-shaped fist into the woman's vagina. At first she did it slowly and the woman only moaned and trembled with her long legs that were still wearing heels. She even moved her hips a little as if she liked it. Bella grinned with her whole fist inside the woman and began to pump it. Slowly at first. Then harder. The woman moaned some more as the orgasm grew inside her. Bella continued pumping and pumping and then suddenly, exactly as the woman climaxed, she thrust her entire arm into the woman's body.
An ungodly howl came out of her as she was penetrated all the way into her chest cavity. She didn't die right away but blood instantly began gushing and running down the inside of her thighs. Bella grinned and pushed her arm in further, all the way to the shoulder, and then slowly withdrew it. The woman slumped and collapsed into a bloody heap. Bella's arm was entirely soaked with blood and in her hand was a small chunk of dark red meat. It was throbbing softly in her palm with little tubes spitting blood and I realized it was the woman's heart. Still beating.
Alice had been watching in amazement. She was sitting on her victim's face and the victim actually died from smothering while Alice was just staring. I was so shocked as well that my own victim got free from my grip and ran to the door and started pounding on it.
Bella dropped the heart and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her back over. She was the last woman alive and she knew it was her turn now. She sobbed and begged a little bit in Spanish. She was naked, no panties even, and she had nice breasts and a slim figure.
Alice was on her feet by now and you could tell by her face that she wanted this last one, a guilty look of childish excitement. Blood all over her face. Blood all over her body.
Outside the bathroom people were pounding on the door and yelling out. Bella glanced back at the door and grinned and offered the whimpering woman to Alice.
Alice smiled and took one of those lovely young breasts in her hand and bit into the woman's neck.
It didn't take long to drain her but we were still cutting it very close. I went back over to the door and made sure it stayed closed. People were pushing at it now and the small barricade of dead women was actually shifting. It had only been female voices but now there was a male voice as well. The bouncer. Demanding what was going on in there. Demanding we open the door.
I pressed my shoulder into it to keep it closed as Alice drained the last of the woman's life. Alice had her eyes closed and her small body was covered in blood, blood all over her tits and legs, her face, her hair. Bella was covered in blood as well, some of it dried and darker, some of it wet and redder. She smiled at me while her old friend Alice fed from a human, Alice Cullen the vegetarian, and I smiled as well. It hadn't turned out quite like I hoped but at least the girl had had a magnificent feast for her very first hunt. After this there could be no way she would ever go back to animals. Something had awakened inside her and that something would never sleep again. She was moaning into the woman's neck as the woman died and now she let the woman drop as she licked her lips and opened her red and satisfied eyes.
The bouncer outside was beginning to ram the door with his shoulder and I smiled and surveyed the carnage. Blood all over the walls. Body parts. Dead women everywhere, all of them naked or clad in nothing but shreds of fabric, sprawled across the floor with tits exposed and legs open to reveal stretched and torn vaginas. In one of the sinks lay a decapitated head that was pretty with makeup. In one of the stalls a woman had been drowned in the toilet and she was kneeling there with her face still in the bowl and her panties down. The three of us looked at each other but none of us knew what to say. We only grinned and after a while we started giggling while the bouncer continued to ram at the door.
We left through the window, breaking it open and wriggling out through the narrow space. There was only an alleyway out here and we fled naked into the night, prancing through the darkness and keeping to the shadows all the way back to the inn.
The first thing we did was shower, all at the same time. Crowding together under the warm water, the caked blood washing away in a pale pink stream down the drain. Alice was dazed and smiling and she looked as if she had never been more satisfied, her pretty face now clean and lifted to the stream of water. Bella was very proud of her but she didn't tell her in words. Instead she began stroking Alice's body. Alice was in a very sensitive state, her skin electrified, and the touch aroused her greatly. She turned to Bella, smiling, and wrapped her into a kiss. Bella returned it, stroking her back, and I began touching her as well until she broke the kiss and gave me her tongue instead. Soon Bella and I both had fingers inside her and we pumped them slowly and methodically until Alice orgasmed blissfully in the warm steam.
Once we got out of the shower we dried off but didn't put any clothes on. The room had large flatscreen television and I turned it on with the remote and cycled through the channels.
Alice sat on the bed, naked, smiling, a completely new girl. Bella sat beside her and took one of her hands.
"You okay, Alice?" she asked.
Alice nodded a few times, still slightly dazed. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I think I am. It's funny. I thought it would be harder to kill people. But it was actually…"
She trailed off shyly. Bella smirked.
"…fun?"
Alice chuckled and looked down guiltily.
"Yeah," she said.
Bella chuckled as well and gave her a kiss and began petting her hand. "I think you might need a break from the Cullens. You're too stifled when you're with them. But with us and Kate and Tanya and Irena…you could be so free."
Alice smiled demurely but didn't want to commit to anything right now.
I was still clicking through the channels and by now I had found what I was looking for.
"Look," I told them. "It's already on the news."
Emergency bulletin. A female reporter with a microphone outside Club Caribe. An ambulance in the background with flashing red lights. Crowds of spectators with shocked looks on their faces as they watched body bags being loaded into the ambulance.
The television was muted but it didn't matter. I sighed and switched it off.
Alice looked very guilty and regretful.
"Are we going to get in trouble?" she asked.
I tossed the remote away and tried not to overreact. "I doubt it," I said. "There were no witnesses and we'll be offshore by morning. Tanya, however, is going to be utterly pissed."
Alice winced at that because she had her own coven members to deal with.
"I'm really sorry, Victoria," she said. "I didn't mean to. I just…"
I smiled at her and shook my head and went over to kneel down at her feet.
"It's fine," I said. "We all have accidents."
I had my hands on her knees and now I opened them gently. She allowed it, smiling, successfully distracted. I slung one of her legs over my shoulder. The vagina between her thighs was white and soft and I leaned and gave it a little lick.
"I couldn't be mad at something so cute, anyway," I said.
Alice giggled and leaned back a little. Bella giggled as well and cupped her face and began kissing her.
I smiled up at them and continued licking down there, causing it to become nice and moist. The two of them were so much alike. Both of them so easily distracted with sex. Although perhaps I was no different. Tomorrow we would have to deal with two very angry covens. But tonight I just moaned and pushed my tongue into Alice's tight little vagina.
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AN: Well. That didn't go according to plan, did it? ;)
This chapter was fun, because it took shape while I was writing it. Nothing was planned in advance, it just sort of evolved and escalated. I think it turned out well. It was a terrific introduction to the lifestyle for Alice, and it'll provide some conflict back on Isle Esme. :)
Some creative imagery too, lol. I never really liked the idea of vampire strength, but it does come in handy to rip a woman's heart out through her vagina. :)
So, yeah. Alice is officially corrupted, lol. It's been a long time since I wrote her. I'd almost forgotten how fun she was till these later chapters. But after this hopefully I can focus on the others a little bit. Next chapter will focus on Tanya and Victoria. After that will be the ball, hopefully. I also need to squeeze in the other Denali's somehow.
Okay, you hoped you liked it. New chapter soon. :)