Snippet #968019

Deirdre had awoken early to the sound of a hard knock on her bedroom door. It sounded frantic, otherwise the presence of another wouldn’t have drawn her out of bed so quickly. Scrambling to her feet she adjusted her laced nightgown and drew open the dark wood door to reveal a panicked Tabitha, a member of her organization.

“Tabby this better be good, you interrupted my beauty sleep.” Deirdre nearly snarled at the much younger female vampire.

“Yazmin is gone…” The young vampire burst out. “She didn’t come back last night…she always comes back.” The girl stammered. “I think she’s hurt…or worse. I can’t get a hold of her, and I can’t go out to find her. I don’t know what to do.” The girl rambled.


“Whoa, whoa, whoa…Slow down, and rewind. Come in and sit.” Deirdre ordered, already annoyed by the girl’s inability to control herself. She held the door opened and Tabitha entered the room sitting in the antique crimson stair set in the corner of the room by the vanity.

“What makes you think she’s missing? She could simply have been enjoying the company of others until after sundown and decided to stay out. You aren’t her mother she’s a grown woman…” Deirdre said with a short sigh attempting to reason with the frenzied girl who was now fiddling with her cell phone.


“Dare just listen to this…I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t a true concern.” Tabitha finally managed to collect herself enough to playback a voicemail she’d received. The reception seemed fuzzy; that wasn’t surprising given the area but the scratching and rustling, and the noise of heavy breathing was definitely odd.

”Please stop!” There was a thud, and then a cry of pain… A male voice was heard in the background, a male voice that Deirdre recognized. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “Let this be a warning to those bitches you call sisters…”

The line went dead. And evidently so did Yazmin.

Deirdre stood stunned for a moment before she rushed to the window pulling back the curtain just enough to look into the parking lot. Squinting out and trying to avoid being in the direct sunlight she saw exactly what she didn’t want to see…sitting there was a Harley, but upon it was no corpse. She’d only heard the man’s voice a few moments the night before but it had been memorable. The voice on the voicemail.

“Impossible…I can’t…” Deirdre’s breath caught in her throat before pushing the curtain back. “Leave! Now!” Deirdre ordered pointing towards the door and ushering Tabitha out of the room.

“But Dare!”

“But nothing! Out!” She ordered again slamming the door behind her and letting her back rest against it.
There was something wrong with this situation…There was no way she could have changed a man, only females were subject to her venom meaning someone else had turned her victim, and turned them against her and her sisters as well. Until she figured out whom this was she couldn’t allow the others to panic. Fear wasn’t something she liked to instill in her girls.

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Within the next few hours dare prepared herself for the party; the other Delta’s all gathered at the Delta house in order to get ready and make their preparations for the night. They would be selecting girls through a process of elimination…Each of them selecting three girls that they would like to take responsibility for and bring forth to the organization. Some would make the cut, and others would simply not uphold the right qualities. Of course they would enjoy their night as well, it was a known fact that this annual ball was one of the only times Deidre Collins was ever truly intoxicated…It was necessary on this night in particular with everything swirling upon her mind. She was already nine glasses of wine deep by the time all her girls had gathered.

“Slow down Dee…you’re going to be falling over before you even make your speech tonight.” A woman joked, though she knew better than to say more. Deirdre would do what she wanted regardless.

“Mm…would that be so bad?” Deirdre asked with a slight smirk, before motioning to her back which she was struggling with her dress. “Help with this…please” The ‘please’ was an added surprise to Dare’s demand, as it wasn’t something dare said often. It was only heard when she had a guilty conscience, which she did.

One of her sisters helped lace the back of her crimson red gown; the torso was laced in black and an intricately designed black beading covered the whole gown. She looked like a gothic princess; her hair fell in loose curls over her bare shoulders and a thick silver chain wrapped around her neck with a large red pendent hanging from it.

“Where’s Yaz?” She heard the question but Deirdre didn’t answer. The room grew quiet and she turned looking over her shoulder at the others.

“She’s not with us.” She said simply. That was the only answer she would give, and the other girls knew all too well what it meant.