more religions than I can count, one is likely as good as the next. Unlike the popular myth, we are not the Christian devil's servants. My creator made a pact with dark spirits, but we don't condemn the living to hell."
"Way too deep, I just woke up," Beth complained. "Can we go back to the sex talk?"
Penny smiled. "Well, as I said, I was your age and remain your age. I know some that were turned when they were older and they have a harder time relating because their mortal body had lost much of their urges."
"This is your way of telling me you're a horny slut like me, right?"
"I wouldn't say that," Penny argued.
"Oh, right, sorry," Beth apologized. She winked and asked, "Who owns Paradise Lost again?"
Penny chuckled. "We do, pet."
"Exactly," Beth said. She slid over to Penny and picked herself up to kiss her. "Mmm, no morning breath. I like this undead thing."
Penny laughed and stood up. "I'm heading down. Will you join me?"
Beth nodded. "Let me get dressed and feed first. And I'll be smart this time, I promise."
Penny nodded. "If you can't dispose of the body, hide it and let me know."
"Yes, mom," Beth teased.
Penny rolled her eyes and walked to the door. She paused and looked back at her until Beth held her hands out to ask what. "You make me happy," Penny said and glanced away. "That's all."
Beth grinned. She'd heard it from Candy and Trevor, and now directly from Penny. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
Penny smiled and turned away. "Take your time, pet."
Beth listened to her heels strike the floor until she made it to the elevator. She crawled out of bed and stretched her stiff muscles before stepping into the walk in closet and trying to decide what to wear. It was sexy dress night at the club, but she only had half a dozen dresses that would work.
She flipped through them without seeing any of them. Her attention was on the elevator. She heard the door slid shut and waited until she was certain that Penny had ridden it down. She turned and padded out of the bedroom to stick her head into the hall and make sure her mentor was gone.
Beth bit her lip and hurried back to the closet. She'd lied to Penny. Not completely, but some. She did feel fine now, but late last night, while she was lying in bed and waiting for the coming dawn to put her to sleep she'd come down from her high. The last of the drug in the blood she'd drank was used up.
She'd hidden the low from Penny by sliding closer to the woman and letting her hold her. The only warmth she felt anymore was from the living, but the comfort of being held went a long ways towards making it up. Not long enough though, she ached to feel as carefree as she had last night. There were no limits for her last night, she could do anything. She wanted that again.
Beth slid the navy blue dress over her shoulders and let it slide down her magically sculpted body. She tugged it over her swollen breasts to get help it fit properly and then tugged it lower still, creating the illusion that her boobs would spill out of it if she bent forward. She cupped her breasts and gave them a jiggle to make sure they weren't quite as reckless as they looked and then pushed the hem at the bottom of the dress over the swell of her hips.
Satisfied with her dress she went to the limited shoe collection she owned and picked out a blue pair of heels. She laced the straps around her ankles and stood up before turning to the mirrored rear wall of the closet. "Sexy bitch," she muttered and then smiled.
Beth turned to the vanity and sat down to fix her hair and makeup. Penny woke up as soon as the sun set, or close enough it didn't matter. Beth slept for another hour, until the sun wasn't just below the horizon but well and truly set. That gave the elder vampire time to get dressed and ready to face the night long before Beth. It also meant she fell asleep earlier than Penny did, which limited how much time she had.
Another benefit of her vampiric nature was how
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