Well, andygirl, I didn’t invite you and quietgirl because you’ve already been members for several months now! Ah - but you do not remember. I will recount for you….
Anthracite settled lightly on the sill of the open window, the pale curtains blowing around her as the moonlight silhouetted her lean dark form. She looked into the room, and spied her prize.
They lay there in each others arms, two young feminine forms in their tangled bedclothes. The older one was holding the younger tight to her breast, her fingers still entwined in the younger one’s hair. Anthracite could not believe her luck - she intended to give but one young woman her dark kiss - but there were two of them now! Obviously lovers, Anthracite knew that she could not give one of them the gift of eternal life and power without also giving it to the other. Even her black, undead heart was not so hard as to separate two who so obviously belonged together.
She stepped down into the room, and moved silently to the bed - she was as quiet as the shadow of the curtains rustling in the breeze. She moved to the older girl first, and bent down over her sleeping form. Moving aside her hair, she tilted the older girl’s head slightly, and gently fastened her crimson lips on the soft, white skin of the girl’s throat. There was a gentle tearing, almost like of soft tissue paper, and Anthracite drank gently from the girl’s neck.
The girl moaned a little and stirred as Anthracite took some of her lifeblood, causing her companion to grasp her more firmly in her sleep. Anthracite took what she needed to ensure the transformation would begin, then released her bite. Other than two small drops on the neck of the girl, which gleamed in the moonlight like two loose rubies on her satiny throat, there was no sign of what had transpired. Anthracite smoothed the girl’s hair back with her hand, and thanked her softly for what she took.
Anthracite moved around the bed to the younger one. Once again, she moved her hair aside and bent over the sleeping girl. Her lips joined with the young one’s neck, and the dark kiss was given again. The younger one moaned and stirred in her sleep, and the older one - now half awake - whispered to her to calm her. Anthracite drank more deeply of the little one, taking more of her soul in return for giving the young girl more of Anthracite’s strength and power. It was the work of only a few minutes, and then Anthracite withdrew, her body flushed and burning with the blood of the young girls. She felt intoxicated by their youth and love, and nearly swooned as she gazed down upon the two girls, now still again in a deep sleep.
“Now the transformation will begin, young ones, and you will join me as was intended all along.” she whispered softly. Planting a soft kiss on each girl’s lips, she crept to the window, and with a rush of curtains had disappeared into the night.
And the two girls slept on, not knowing that their lives were changing forever.