The Birthday Celebration of Adrasteia Ambrogio

      Named after ancient vampires. Her first name means "inescapable" and her last means "immortal". Everyone calls her Adra. She lived in a Gothic Manor, so high up on a mountain it seemed as if she lived amongst the clouds. It was almost as if you could reach out and touch the moon, it seemed so close as it lit up the darkened sky.
    Adra is about to turn 100, though she doesn't look a day over 25. This blonde immortal beauty keeps her youthful appearance by feasting off the blood of solitary mortals. Once she's feasted on them and drained them of their lifeblood, Adra likes to keep their skulls. Every girl has to collect something after all.
    Usually it wouldn't matter, be it man or woman. Whatever "flavor" Adra thirsted for, on any given night. As soon as the sun set, her desires came forth. She's not only driven by her hunger for blood, Adra is overwhelmed by lust.
    She met a young woman one night who was in town on business. Andra was headed home just after she finished her "evening meal". Her name was Natassa. If Adra's heart could have, it would have skipped a beat... Not only was she enchanted by Natass's scent, but knowing that her name means "resurrection" was an irony too delicious for Adra to pass up. She invited Natassa to her birthday celebration.
    Everyone who is anyone for miles was invited to the party. The celebration was due to begin at 8pm. Natassa only had 2 days left in town and was very excited to be attending the grand event before she headed back to her hometown. Adra could barely control her lust long enough to make it through her own party.
    The celebration was lavish. Amazing delicacies from far and wide. So much alcohol flowed that not a soul at the party remained sober. Everyone danced and laughed. People ate and drank and wished the birthday girl all the best that life had to offer. Adra received grand gifts. It was like a scene from a fairy tale.
    Just like in Cinderella, the party ended at midnight. Natassa was quite intoxicated. Not only from the liquor, but from the "spell" that Adra had cast upon her. Little by little the guests bid their fond farewells and headed to their homes. Finally Adra had Natassa all to herself. Her anticipation had reached it's climax. Time for the private celebration to begin.
    Adra led Natassa to her bedchamber. Still under the spell, she followed her like a lovesick little puppy. They entered her room and it was if they stepped back in time. Amazing Gothic furniture, luxurious blankets and pillows, candelabra's flickering light around the room and a blazing fire that added to the ambiance.
    As soon as the door was shut behind them, Adra began her sinful seduction. She needed to taste Natassa in more than one way. Her erotic desire for this woman was monumentally stronger than her need to feed at the moment. There were hours to kill before sunrise. Plenty of time to satiate both her hungers. Plenty of time to enjoy her "birthday gift" to herself.
   Adra kissed Natassa while caressing her satiny smooth skin. The woman touched, licked, and suckled  upon one another with pure primal passion. Nipples stiffened and beg to be nibbled. The nectar of arousal drenched them, as they continued their carnal feast, intoxicating them even further as they devoured one another. Each of them reaching carnal frenzy over and over again  and piquing  repeatedly.
    All good things must come to an end however, and dawn was growing ever closer. Adra wanted a few moments to herself on this glorious occasion, a little time to unwind before curling up inside her coffin. She felt a little pang of sorrow knowing this would be her last taste of Natassa. Just not enough to change her sinister plan.
    As Natassa lay there basking in her sexual afterglow, Adra grabbed her crystal goblet from the shelf. She bared her fangs to take a bite and start Natassa's blood to flow. Gently Adra lifted her head slightly, so that as her blood spilled into her glass.
    Adra's skull collection is displayed right next to her favorite chair. Natassa lay at her feet as the last of her blood spills upon the lace of her discarded party dress.  Adra collapses into her chair as the last moments of the full moon casts it's glow into her room. She admires the color and fragrance of Natassa's life force. Just before she drinks of the dew of immortality, she hold up her glass to make one last toast...

"An amazing carnal feast you did offer.  A beautiful submission
now almost complete;  I shall drink to my own immortality.  
Here's to you as you die at my feet.  Cheers..."