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Vampire Girl

Chapter title: 1

Story description: I never wanted to be a vampire. Vampires are a male race, and me turning into one would give me a little something I wasn’t born with. So when I wake up after a vamp drained me dry. I really was hoping I’d die. Turning has 50% survival rate, and if you’re a female that drops down to 20.

To my surprise and utter annoyance, I survived. Well, shit. I guess I could kill my sire for making me in the first place and end my life. But life, like all things, seems to conspiring against me. The first wrench in my plans comes in the form of a human name Carter who likes to call me Daddy, and not in the parental way either.

I never thought that I would actual put my dick to good use.

Story genre: Romance

Tags: reverse harem, vampire, bride, futa, futaxmale, mpreg, shifter, daddy,

Chapters written: 8


A/N: I have no idea what I’m doing with this story. It’s one that just popped in my head, and I’m curious to see where it goes. Not sure if I’ll stick to the title. I’m thinking of maybe changing it to Vampire Queen. IDK. This version is unedited, but when I publish it, I’ll make sure to edit out the mistakes that I’m sure are here.


Soft lips presses against mine. Everything within me is saying let this man do whatever he wants to me. He smells good and feels good, but something isn’t right. I bite down hard on his lips, causing blood to enter my mouth.

“Damn bitch,” the man snarls as he pulls his lips away from mine.

My dark eyes meet ruby one. I gasp. A vampire. His skin is a dark brown, around the same shade as my skin. He’s only a couple inches taller than me, probably making him about 6 foot tall.

I don’t even have time to blink before he pulls my head to the side and bites down on my neck. I scream, but it quickly turns into a moan as his venom enter my bloodstream.

I push against him, trying to ignore my pleasure. I scream again as I hit his shoulder. He covers my mouth, muffling me. I try to make myself dead weight, anything to get him to stop, but it doesn’t do anything.

I panic as I feel myself grow weaker and weaker. He tosses me to the side and everything goes dark.


I wake up on the floor shivering. I sit up and grab my purse that had fallen on the floor beside me. My hands shake as I reach inside and grab my phone. My mind feels fuzzy as I check the time.

It’s 4 o’clock in the morning. I shouldn’t be awake right now. I touch my throat. There’s a deep gash running along my jugular. I should definitely be dead. I dial 911. My breath comes out shakily as the phone rings.

“911, what’s your emergency,” a male voice asks.

“I-I was attack b-by a vampire,” I answer. My throat hurts as I speak. “I think I might be turning.” I hug my knees to my chest. I’m so cold. Tears run down my face. I don’t want to turn.

“Are you in safe area?”

I look around. It looks like I’m near a warehouse. I don’t even recognize where I am. How did I get here? No, wasn’t I just near my house?

“I think so.”

“Do you know how much time has passed since you were bitten?” I groan as my stomach starts cramping.

“6 hours.” I clench my stomach and turn my head just in time to avoid vomiting all over myself.

“A team has been dispatched to your location. I’ll stay on the line with you until they arrive.” I wipe my mouth.

“Thank you.” I whimper as my stomach cramps get worse. I move away from the pool of vomit. The rancid smell of it makes me want to gag, and I don’t want to go through another round of vomiting.

“What’s your name?”

“Oriella Jameston.”

I put the phone on speaker and lay it beside me as I lie on my side. I close my eyes and try to think of anything that would distract me from the pain.

“How old are you,” he asks in a calming tone.


“You’re young. Do you still live with your parents?”

“No, I live by myself.”

“What were you doing before all this happened?”

“I was-” I pause. I try to think about my day, but nothing is coming to mind. My breathing quickens as I start to freak out. “I don’t, I don’t remember. I-I-I don’t know.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to think about it. How about you tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What type of job do you have?”

“A nurse. I work at St. Lewis Hospital.” I footsteps in the distance. “I think they’re here. What should I do?”

“Just do whatever they tell you to do.”

A team of police officers dressed in what looks like S.W.A.T. gear approaches me with their guns and flashlights pointed at me. I squint at the brightness. They really don’t need to point the guns at me.

I’m at the beginning of my transformation. I’m still human and not even able to do any harm to them. I’ve taken care of patients who were turning. They’re incapable of doing anything until they change completely.

I never saw what happens after that. They are usually out of the hospital by then. I have read what newborn vampire do freshly changed.

“Can you walk, ma’am,” a female officer ask. I sit up slowly and hold my hands up.

“I think so.”

“Come with us.”

I try standing but stumble instead, falling onto the ground. One of the officers pick me up and carries me out of the building. I close my eyes and take deep breaths. I feel myself get placed in the back of a van.

I groan as the pain gets worse. My eyes water. I don’t know how much time passes before the doors of the van opens. I get pulled onto a stretcher as a lot of things happens at once.

I hear a bunch of words being exchanged as light get flashed in my face. I feel a prick in my neck. I think my blood pressure gets taken. No one talks to me as they tell each other information.

I can kind of keep up with what they’re saying because of my medical background, but it’s hard to focus through the pain. Something gets placed on my right wrist.

Then I get placed in a barren white room. Time has no meaning as the pain becomes unbearable. My skin feel like it’s on fire, and my stomach feels like it’s being clawed at from the inside. I writhe on the floor until I finally and thankfully pass out


I wake up thirsty. So thirsty. My gums hurt as an enticing smell reaches my nose. My mouth waters as I follow the scent. I spot a bag of blood. I pop it open and suck it dry.

It has chemical taste to it but still tastes good. I feel less thirsty as I gulp down the blood. I need more. I hear this loud thumping sound that sounds very similar to a heart beat. Maybe it is. There’s two of them. I follow the sounds to what I originally thought was a blank white wall but turns out to be a glass wall.

I stare at the two men behind the glass panel. They’re both wearing lab coats. They’re both tall and scrawny. The one on the right has blond hair and brown eyes while the other has brown hair and blue eyes. I’m not sure if they’re scientists or doctors.

Their heartbeats are distracting. My mouth waters at the sound of them instinctively knowing that the sound means food. I barely stop myself from ramming against the glass to see if I can break it.

“Can I have some more blood,” I ask. I can be rational. I don’t need to be a mindless, blood seeking monster.

I watch the blond one press a button. A bag of blood falls from the ceiling and lands on the ground. I pounce on it and drink it. I go through the process of asking for blood and drinking it until I my throat no longer burns.

Now that my brain isn’t fogged up with bloodlust, I think about what happened to me. The vamp responsible for creating me had compelled me. I wasn’t attacked last night.

I was trapped in that warehouse for a week. He feed from me and slept with me, all while messing with my mind. I’m pissed. Actually, pissed doesn’t even describe what I’m feeling right now.

I going to kill him. The only thing I need to do now is find that rapist.

“Hello Ms. Jameston,” the brunette says in the overhead speakers. I wince at the loud volume. “I’m Dr. Yessum and this is Dr. Graum. How are you feeling.”

“Fine,” I respond. “But you’re a little loud.” I watch him turn a knob.

“How’s this?”


“Alright, I would like to officially welcome you to vampire bootcamp. You will stay here until you can prove you’re not going to go on feeding frenzy as soon as we release you and won’t accidentally kill humans.” So this is going to be the first obstacle in my way.

“Okay.” I yawn. It must be daytime. “Is there a bed I can sleep on or is this room it?”

“Just pull down that handle on the wall behind you. Be gentle or you’ll break it and be stuck without a bed.” I turn around and do as he says. I gently pinch the handle and flick my wrist downward, causing the bed to come out of the wall.

“Thank you.”

I plop on the bed and pass out the moment my head hits the pillow.


Dr. David Graum gazed at the sleeping newborn. He had always felt pity for those who were turned against their will. His coworker, William, laughed beside him.

“I’d never thought I’d meet a polite newborn,” William told him. David agreed. It was strange how she attacked the bag then calmly asked for more.

“We might not even have to kill her,” David responded.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. She’s still a newborn, and that alone makes her highly dangerous.”

“I just have a good feeling about her.” David shrugged. “But we’ll see.”

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