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Transvamporia Two: Jeannette by Bloodspell Moone Introduction: Welcome to the second installment in the Transvamporia story, if you have not read the first part, I would recommend that you read it first, as this is a giant story that builds upon the previous parts. Now, I guess the best way to describe this story is to say that it is different than almost all of the stories you are use to reading here. I am a plot driven writer, and as such, the story line and the plot are going to be my primary concern. You will also notice that even though this is a TG story, I do dot dwell on the gender change as most of the stories in this archive tend to. I do though concentrate in creating an interesting read full of excitement and character development that is three dimensional, not just concentrating on the gender change. So, sit back and enjoy yourself, and let my words take you away to a world filled with vampires and fraught with danger. Part One: The vampire Rebecca. Blood, so red and sweet, so sensual, the elixir of the gods, the food of the vampire, and also my addiction. I am the vampire Cheyenne, a blood addict as well as many other things. I have seen a lot over the past 25 years, it actually seems like just yesterday that I was made into the fiend that I am, but it was a cold night, a long time ago, yes I remember that December night in 1975 very well. I remember how a vampire named Rebecca changed my life forever. How she brought me across the veil of life and death with her dark gift, a transition that also brought me across the gender barrier as well. That is a story that I have already told, as you may remember, I was actually more upset about becoming a woman than I was about becoming a vampire. Rebecca played a very good game, she knew that if she got me to experience the kill and the resulting female orgasm that came with it, I would forget about my silly desire to be a man again. She was right partly, I stopped dwelling on it and got caught up in the new sensations of the kill. However, I did not just accept my new found womanhood, I just numbed it out with the pleasure of the blood. I became addicted to it in such a way that it was my only concern; being a man trapped in the body of a goddess was not important, my time was better spent thinking about my next victim, my next fix as you might say. Rebecca knew this and played on it to the tee. She knew that once I had the taste for the blood, I would be its slave, and then she would have plenty of time to get me use to being a woman. I would not have much of a problem with it once I became accustomed to the blood and then had time to start living again. After that first night that we killed together in the alley, it became a ritual for us. We hunted every night, finding our victims from all over the city, some nights I would even kill three or four. Rebecca only killed one a night, she even once said that she could survive easily on less, but killed sometimes just out of a need to be social with me. To make me feel like I am not alone, perhaps even teach me bits of her killing style to help make me a better vampire as well as a better woman. I never questioned the better woman comment from here as like I said, I was caught up in the pleasure. My first two months as a vampire really flew by, but then I started to become accustomed to the blood, and it is here that this story begins. "Is it February already, I am actually having a hard time keeping track of the date if you can believe that?" Wow, I was actually beginning to think about something other than blood. "So Cheyenne, I think that maybe you are starting to get use to being a vampire, I expected as much, just not quite so soon," replied Rebecca with a smirk on her face. "Really, I feel like my head has been clearing as of late. I am remembering things about the past," I said. It was true, during my blood haze, I was only the vampire Cheyenne, without a past really, I had forgotten who or what I was, I had forgot about Claude. "The past, yes you are regaining your senses, it is all a part of becoming a vampire. You are reborn with full knowledge of who you were and your past, but then with the first kill, that knowledge is forgotten as the blood overpowers everything else. Usually, in about six months, you adapt to the pleasure and your memories return. You were made with strong blood and are a very strong woman, so for you, it appears that only two months were needed. You will indeed become a very powerful vampire under the proper guidance." "My name is Claude, you turned me into a woman. You promised to help me find a way to become male again," I said as the gravity of my position set in. "Your name is Cheyenne, Claude is dead, you can never go back to being him. I remember this foolishness from before, I will not tolerate it again. There is no going back, you will be a woman forever, get use to it!" There was a tone to her voice that told me not to push any further. She may have won this battle, but I was never going to give up finding a way to become male again. I just had no clue as to how to begin such a quest. "Rebecca, may I ask a question?" "Only as long as it has nothing to do with gender," she replied in a stern voice. "I was wondering about vampires in general, like where did we begin? What is the force that animates us? How did you become a vampire?" "The origin of vampires, a very interesting topic. I could speak volumes on all the stories that concern our origins. Some think we began in Egypt, others in Greece, even some claim we began in the Garden of Eden with Lilith. It is really hard to say exactly what is truth and what is fiction." "But surely you have some idea," I quickly piped in. "Well, I am about a thousand years old, and the one that made me was about two thousand years old. He told me of a vampire named Shahluka that was thought to be the oldest living vampire. Now, I had also heard of a rumor of a lost continent and a queen Shahluka of Atlantis. Perhaps they were the same person; perhaps vampirism originated in Atlantis, that is what I believe." "Atlantis, I guess if we can exist, then Atlantis and Big foot can too," I jokingly responded. "Do not mock what you do not understand, Atlantis was a reality just as we are, and well as for Big Foot, I have never seen one." " I am sorry, I guess I am in no position to mock, it is just my science background. Anyway, I think I need to feed, if you do not mind, I would like to go out solo tonight," I said hoping for a chance to be away from Rebecca and try to get some sort of plan together to reclaim my lost masculinity. "That would be fine Cheyenne. I have a few things I need to take care of, and it would be nice to have a little privacy myself. I know that you are probably thinking to yourself about becoming Claude again, it isn't going to happen, I would not waste your time on it, but if you need to learn the hard way that your condition is permanent, so be it." Rebecca was certainly smarter than I had given her credit for, but I had to try and free myself from this body. I would find a way, I had to, and I had an idea. I needed an ally, someone who understood gender and just might be able point me in the right direction. I knew exactly who that would be; Jeannette, my transsexual friend from before I became Cheyenne. I just had to think of how I was going to enlist her aid. If I just waltzed into her life looking as I do know, I doubt that she would recognize me, and I might even scare her off. There had to be a way to enlist her without exposing her to my new lifestyle. Now, I remember Rebecca once telling me that she entered someone's dream. That would do it, but how would I pull that off, could it be as easy as hypnotizing someone with my eyes. It was worth a try I guess, so I headed off to Jeannette's apartment, the place I died. By the time I got to Jeannette's place, it was well after midnight and with any luck, she would be asleep. I easily found her spare key hidden outside under her rug where she had always kept it. With my vampire senses, I could hear her sleeping, so I had no worries about her being up. I let myself in and made my way to her bedroom where she was fast asleep. It pulled on my heart seeing her again, I really did miss my old life, she was a reminder of that. So how was I going to enter her dreams, I guess if I was to do it, I would have to be relaxed myself and maybe just concentrate from there, I was certainly hoping. I lay down on the floor next to her bed and started to concentrate first on relaxing and then on her dreams. It really was that easy, as before I knew it, I felt a part of me leave my body and then I found myself standing in a foggy place without any real substance. I could sense her near, I quickly looked down at myself to see that I was still Cheyenne, with a little extra will power, my body shimmered and I was Claude again. I was overcome with a sense of relief, I touched myself between my legs to make sure that my illusion was complete, it was, I smiled. "Claude, is it really you," Jeannette said as she entered the foggy place that I stood in? "Hello Jeannette," I had my deep male voice, I liked this place. "I have been so worried about you, where did you go?" "Jeannette, I had to go away, I did not kill those people you know," I said as I remembered the murdered patients from before, then I remembered the puncture marks on their necks. Rebecca, she killed them, I should have noticed that before. That girl is far more dangerous than I thought. "Claude, I never doubted you. I really miss you, where is this place?" "You are dreaming Jeannette, but I am really here, I know this sounds weird, but I found a way to enter your dreams so that we can be friends again." "That sounds crazy, but yet I believe you. Are you alright? Where have you been staying?" "I am coping, a lot has happened to me and I think I really could use your help." "Oh Claude, has this anything to do with my missing pills?" "You are very smart Jeannette, I tried to kill myself that night in your apartment. I feel so very bad about it, I am so sorry." "It is okay, I have been thinking about ending it myself, I could really use a friend." "Jeannette, I had no idea, what is wrong?" "I have cancer, the doctors do not think I will live too much longer. As a result, I have been denied my final surgery, I am going to die with this bloody penis." I was shocked, I was not prepared for that revelation. "Jeannette, I am so sorry, what can I do to help?" "I want to see you again, not here in this dream world, but rather in real life. It is important for me, even just to hug you once more as a friend, can you do that for me?" "You are asking a lot of me, I have changed, I do not know if you could handle seeing me again." "I don't care, I can handle it, no matter how much you have changed, it will still be you, that is all that is important to me." I let the illusion fade and I was once again Cheyenne, standing in front of my best friend. She gasped and stared at me for a moment before talking. "You are beautiful, I should be asking if it is you Claude, but I know it is, I can feel you behind those eyes. I don't know how this could be possible, I do not want to know either, if this is you, then fine, come to me, we need to talk I think." "Yes we do need to talk. I will come to you later in the week, I have a lot of explaining to do to you, I will come in this form in real life, I know your mind still thinks I am a dream, but I am real, you will see. When I come, do not be afraid." With that, I left her dreams and found myself back in my physical body. I left her room as she was waking, this was not a good time as I had to feed, and her blood was already tempting me. I needed blood before I could return home to confront Rebecca on the murders that ruined my mortal life. Being in the body of a goddess was not all that bad, as it made the hunt very easy. I wondered if male vampires had a much more difficult time finding their prey, I know as a man, picking up women in a bar was not the easiest thing. It seemed though that the women had no problem, as most of us men were desperate. I smiled at the thought that I was no longer desperate; yikes, I wanted to be desperate again, I had better be careful not to get caught up in this body again. If I was not careful, I could get use to being a goddess and that was just unthinkable. Rebecca was in one of her many reading rooms reading an Anne Rice novel of all things when I arrived home still feeling the high from my recent kill. I watched her for a moment trying to think of how to bring it up to her without setting her off. I had to know just how much she played in my fall from grace, I was afraid that I was going to find out things that perhaps I did not want to know. "How was you evening?" Rebecca asked as she put aside her novel. It was called Interview with the Vampire, I was slightly amused that she would be reading such drivel. "It went okay. I have been thinking about a few things that happened before I died, and I was wondering if you could perhaps clear up a few things for me," I said as I waited for her to throw up her blinders. I expected her to stonewall me again, as she tended to almost always do. "I see, I think that I know where you are heading with this. You want to know why I picked you?" "Well that too, but I need to know about the murders that I was framed for, you killed those people didn't you?" I waited for her response. She laughed out loud and then said, "My you are indeed very smart. Yes, I killed them and framed you. I had to destroy your mortal life for two reasons. One, I had to make sure that you were strong, my companion had to be strong. Second, destroying your life would make your transition into the undead go rather smoothly." "You bitch! What gave you the right to destroy me, you are not God!" I was a little flustered. "Cheyenne, I am a goddess, I am more powerful than even you realize, I can do whatever I want, your mortal laws do not apply to me, I am above the law, I am a vampire as you are now too. You also kill, what right do you have?" "Did you kill my parents and all of the other passengers on that plane just to get me?" "No, that was just good luck," she said with a smile. "Good luck, those were my parents, you are sick Rebecca, I can not stand to be around you anymore. You said once that if I gave you a week, you would let me go free, well I gave you two months, and now I ask to go free. Otherwise, you had better destroy me as I will destroy you if I get the chance the way I feel right now." "Oh Cheyenne, you are getting flustered, good, I like your anger, it will make you a strong vampire. Go then, you are free. There is still a lot of training you require, but you will return to me someday begging for my love and attention. Go then I tell you, make your mark on the world, just remember the rules." "I know, I can not expose us to mortals." "Yes, that is one, you can also not make another without my permission, Until you are fully mature, you can not even hope to handle such ramifications of another. It would only be a threat to us all, and as such, it would be destroyed as well as you for breaking the rule. The vampire community takes these rules very seriously, if you break them, it will be out of my hands. You really are not ready to be on your own, but it is your choice, no go and be done with it." That was all she said and I walked out of her house that night and started a new chapter in my life. Part Two: The vampire Cheyenne I was finally free of Rebecca, which was certainly a step in the right direction. However, I had no place of my own or even a single dollar to my name. I was a homeless, broke vampire, but I was free. Money would not be a problem, I was sure that I could merely rob my victims for a little spending money. A place to stay, now that was going to be important as I need to be securely away from the sun during the day. I would also have to worry about possibly getting some identification of sorts, and maybe even a job too to get more money flowing. I was going to prove to Rebecca that I could survive on my own, I would live if only to exact my revenge on her for all that she had done to me. Another thought was also starting to emerge in my mind. I was planning on revealing myself to Jeannette which was breaking one of those rules Rebecca warned me about, but also, I was dwelling on her condition, I knew that I could not let her die. I was actually thinking about the possibility of making her like me, a vampire, the second rule that I was forbidden to break. Well, I was not about to let her die, she was my best friend, and also the only one I could think of that might be able to help me become a male again. Yes, breaking the rules would be worth it if she could help me reclaim my lost masculinity. I had a lot to think about for certain, but as dawn was approaching, my first concern was to find a place to sleep for the day. I managed to squeeze my way into an old boarded up warehouse in the water district. It was not very clean, but it was dark and very dusty which was a good indication that no one had been in here for a very long time. Oh well, I really didn't have much of a choice as I could feel the sun rising outside and felt that deep sleep descend on me as my consciousness slipped away for the day. Now vampires do not just pass out for the day, or go into a deathlike coma, in reality, our sleep is deep, but it is that, it is sleep and it tends to come with dreams. My first day on my own in that old warehouse, I had a dream that I would never forget. Perhaps if I would have heeded it, I could have prevented a lot of trouble that was to befall me, but I dismissed it as only a dream. It was a very vivid dream, a lot of bizarre imagery, perhaps too much so. As I woke at sunset, I tried to recall this strange dream, it was a little foggy, but still vivid at the same time. There was this woman in it, she was mad I think, but definitely very dangerous. She was torturing Jeannette, stealing secrets from her, secrets that would bring the world to its knees. She was very powerful, very nasty, I was afraid of her. Then the dream shifted and I was face to face with Claude, no me, the male me. This woman was there still, she was trying to kill me, she was controlling Claude, and I had to kill him and with that lost my chance to be male, condemning myself to this female body forever. I was certainly glad that it was only a dream. Another interesting aspect about being a vampire is that we did not really get dirty, that was partially due to not having functioning sweat glands, and also to the fact that our skin was very different from human skin. It for some reason did not allow dirt to adhere to it, which is really a good thing. Living in a warehouse without a shower would have been impossible under any other circumstances. Anyway, now I had to feed and then head off to pay Jeannette a visit. Tonight was a good night to break some rules and perhaps to find a few answers to my problem at the same time. As I left the warehouse, I was unaware that I was being watched, a game was a foot and I was about to play into my opponents hand and deliver to him a weapon. I fed on a junkie on my way over to Jennette's apartment, unfortunately he had no money, so I was still without a cent to my name. However, the money issue was for later, Jeannette was my first concern tonight. I told her that I was coming to her in her dream, but I doubt that she really believed it, and was preparing myself for her reaction to me. She was definitely going to be in for a few shocks tonight. As I neared her apartment, I reached out with my vampire senses to make sure that she was home, and she was. Luckily, she was alone which suited me as I was not in the most patient mood tonight. I entered her apartment and found my way to her doorbell. I rang it and waited for Jeannette to answer it. Jeannette open the door and just stared at me for a minute, all the color drained from her face as she realized that I was the woman from her dream. I could feel her fear welling up within her as she wanted to scream, but something held her back, some sort of calmness flowed into her. She knew who I was, I could see it in her eyes. Her fear evaporated completely, it was at that moment, I knew that what I was about to do was not a mistake. "Hi Jeanette," I said figuring it was as good an opening than anything else I could think of. I don't think there really is any etiquette for this sort of thing. "Claude, that really is you in there, my God you are so beautiful," she said with a spark of wonder in her voice, "that dream, I knew it was real." "Jeannette, you recognize me, I was certainly not expecting that," I said still a little astounded that she could see the real me through the form of this goddess. "Claude, I would recognize you anywhere, no matter what you looked like. However, I really am looking forward to your explanation of this," she said as she gestured at my body, "though I really think you should come inside as I have the feeling that this is going to be a long night." She was right, I entered her apartment and took a seat on her sofa as she closed and locked the door behind her. "Jeanette it is so very good to see you again, I have been thinking about this moment for quite a while now. I really wasn't expecting you to recognize me, that makes things much easier for sure." "Claude, I probably should not be calling you that after how you look. What happened to you, you are a woman. If you had inklings in that direction, I certainly would have easily detected them. And just look at you, I do not know of any surgeon that could do such a good job. I mean that is not your body, it is too perfect, of please tell me what is going on?" I could hear a little exasperation in her voice, it actually made me feel better in a funny sort of way. I guess that since she was showing me that she wasn't impossibly strong, it was helping me get in touch with my own humanity. It had been a long time, well a couple of months anyway, since I had felt human. "I am called Cheyenne now, and you are right, this body is too perfect and too female. I guess that is part of the problem; I am really in a mess Jeannette and I guess I am really hoping that you just may be able to help me. It seams like such a long time ago that this all began, but I guess that is where I really should start, at the beginning." "This all started that night in my apartment, this has something to do with the missing pills, doesn't it?" "You are very smart, yes you are right, it has a lot to do with the pills I took that night. Jeannette, I was at the end of my rope, I tried to commit suicide that night," I could feel a tear seep from the corner of my eye, it was the first time I cried since I became a vampire. I noticed that Jeannette just stared at my tear as it ran down my cheek and a look of concern came over her face. "Oh my god, your tears, they have blood in them!" I was shocked, but I guess it made sense, blood was such an important part of the vampire, so why not have tears of blood. "I am okay Jeannette, I am only crying, perhaps a handkerchief would be nice though." She reached for a tissue from the floral box of tissues sitting near her end of the coffee table. I accepted it from her and wiped away my bloody tears. She only stared not saying anything. "I guess there is no gentle way to say it my dear friend, but I am a vampire." Thanks to my bloody tears I figured that my chance to break it to her gently was no longer an option. "A vampire," she swallowed, "like Dracula, that is absurd, vampires do not exist for one, and if they did, and suppose you were one, well that would certainly not explain your new gender." "Actually, your hormone pills were the transforming agent, and I really am a vampire, I do not know how to prove it to you without scaring you half to death." "Okay, you really believe that you are a vampire. I will admit, that I have no idea how you could have that body, I am having trouble digesting the vampire bit, but please tell me everything first and I will then try to figure it out for myself, no matter how confusing it gets." "Okay, I guess it all started with another vampire named Rebecca. She had stalked me, and destroyed my life. She murdered those patients, it was part of her game. She wanted me as her immortal lover and figured that if she ruined my mortal life, I would have no choice but join her. Well her plan worked too well and I ended up here that night to kill myself. I took a bottle of your sleeping pills and as they were taking effect, I wanted to be absolutely sure that I succeeded and grabbed another bottle of pills not having any idea what they were." "My premarin," Jeannette interjected. "Yes, your hormones. Well, I would have succeeded, but Rebecca showed up and changed me into a vampire. Well, the process of the change acts on hormones as a beautifying agent and since my bloodstream was chalk full of estrogen, the dark gift responded to them and made me into the goddess form that I now live in. It certainly was a great shock to me, in fact I spent my first day as a vampire complaining about being in a female form and really didn't care that I was no longer human." "Okay, you are saying that my pills did this to you, that you are a vampire, are you sure, perhaps a plastic surgeon did this to you using some very advanced techniques and you have been since brainwashed." "Okay, I will prove it to you," I said as I took one of my pointed nails and ran it across the palm of my hand. Jeannette gasped as I sliced open my hand allowing the blood to flow. I then turned my hand upright to show her the wound that was already beginning to close right in front of her eyes. She stared at it in shock for what seemed like an eternity, though it was less than a minute. She then reached out and felt where the wound had just been moments ago. As she touched my cool perfect skin, her hand shoot back and she looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Jeannette, please do not be afraid, I would never hurt you. I came here for your help, I am still your best friend." "Vampire?" "Yes, I am a vampire, but I am also your friend, the only one who stood by you when you announced that you were going to live as a woman and try to get a sex change. I am still that friend." "Claude?I mean Cheyenne, you are telling the truth," she said as I could sense that she was regaining a little bit of her composure. "I am telling the truth, though I am here for more than just help, I want to help you too." Well, I was going to tell her everything, it seemed like the best thing to do. "Help me, I am going to die Cheyenne, you can't help me." "I can cure you and make you like me, you would become a vampire, but you would not be sick, you would not die, you would be young forever, we could be together." "Like you?" "Yes, like me. If you were to overdose on your hormones before I do it, you would then finally be a full woman like you have quested after your entire life. You would be more than just a woman, you would be a goddess." "You said that you needed my help, how does this help you?" "I need someone I can trust like you to help me find a way to become male again. That is my quest. Also, I need you, I need your company. I can't be around Rebecca, and being alone for all eternity would be rather boring." "You are offering me my life's desire and it will only cost me my humanity, and perhaps even my soul. I would like to ask for time to think about this offer, but I know that I can not turn you down, becoming a woman is worth any cost. I will do it, when do we start and just how do we do it." "Jeannette, I think it is time for you to get a very big glass of water as you have a lot of pills to swallow." Part Three: The vampire Jeannette After taking her pills, I had Jeannette lay down while I waited to make sure that the pills had enough time to absorb into her bloodstream without giving her liver too much of a chance to metabolize too much of the estrogen either. I approached her slowly as it was time to exchange blood. She looked at me with a very nervous glance, I quieted her fears with my eyes, I didn't want her to be filled with fear as my fangs descended and locked into place. "It is time my dear friend, are you ready to be reborn?" I moved in for her neck, not noticing the astral entity that was observing us. I gently kissed her neck, noting that she still had a few stray hairs, I guess she had yet to complete electrolysis. My tongue found her carotid artery and massaged the skin for a bit which would have the effect of numbing her neck a little so my bite would not hurt her as much. She did not feel any pain and in fact, she moaned in pleasure as I broke the skin with my very sharp fangs. Her blood tasted very good, I had to be careful not to drain her all the way if I wanted to give her my gift. I was just able to stop in time, it was a struggle as the blood still had a narcotic effect on me. However, Jeannette was too important to me and as such, was able to use this to pull myself back from completely draining her. I felt some sorrow as I pulled away from her neck, the old Jeannette was dead. I used one of my sharp nails to once again cut myself, not on the palm, but rather across my wrist. The blood began to swell quickly and I held it over her mouth letting it drip down into her throat. Her mouth began to swallow on its own accord and I then put my wrist flush against her lips and she began to suck; my blood kept flowing. I wasn't exactly sure how much to give her, but I reached a point where I was pretty certain that she had enough, I let her have a little more just in case. As I pulled my wrist free from her lips, she simply fell asleep in her bed. I watched her for a bit, not seeing much happening at first, remembering that my transformation took days, I figured that I had enough time to head out and feed as I was feeling very week from giving her so much blood. It was done, she was a vampire now, I had an ally and hopefully soon would have my masculinity back. I was so wrapped up in those thoughts as I left to get some blood that I did not detect the mortal watching her apartment, nor noted that he was sneaking in to pay my Jeannette a visit. If I had noticed him, he would have saved me a trip down to the bar. The stranger, who was so clever to get past me, had a plan, a very risky plan if you would have asked me, but a plan nonetheless. He entered her apartment using the spare key, the same one I used the night I became a vampire. Once inside, he did a very quick examination of Jeannette, and then removed a few skin samples as well as withdrew some blood. With his intended samples secured, he left as quickly as he had arrived. Once again I did not notice him, perhaps too high on the new blood I had just ingested. I went in immediately to check in on Jeannette, I could see a few changes already. The texture of her skin seemed smoother already, her hair was a little longer. She was definitely on her way, I was relieved to know that I must have given her enough blood. I wasn't sure how long this was going to take, but I was certain that we would be here for a least a day or two. I now had the task of creating a sleeping quarters for the two of us that would be secure from the sun. I still had a good three hours till sunrise, so I just watched her sleep for a while. I cleared out her storage room, it was perfect, no windows and big enough to squeeze her spare bed into it, well that is after I put the boxes that were in storage already in there into the spare room. Once I had the bed in there, I moved Jeannette into her new home, she was going to be spending a lot of time in that room till we had a better place to live. For me it was a step up from the warehouse I was sleeping in, well actually maybe a few floors up. As the sun came up, I fell into my deep sleep lying next to Jeannette, I had no idea that we were going to have an intruder again. About midday, our friend returned. He did not have to sneak as much this time as I was in a very deep sleep, almost coma like, and I was dreaming as I mentioned before we vampires do that. I was dreaming of a lab and the stranger that was in the apartment. He was creating something, something very dangerous, and then I saw Jeannette, she was beautiful, she was trying to kill me, she was wrong, something was wrong with her. Women were crying out, blaming me for something, begging me to save something, it was very confusing. The stranger slipped into the storage room with cat-like grace. He once again acquired skin and blood samples from Jeannette, being careful not to disturb me, a wise move. As he secured his samples, he paused looking at me and thought about just throwing the door open all the way and letting the sun destroy both myself as well as Jeannette. However, he wasn't certain at that point if he was finished with Jeannette yet, he just might need more samples. As the sun set, I woke feeling a little hungry as was usual for me. I looked down at Jeannette and was astounded by all the changes that had occurred throughout the day. Her skin was now perfect, like mine, her hair was turning black, from its usual brunette tone. I also noticed that her breasts were bigger, and real, her body had somehow dispelled her implants as they lay next to her body. I wondered if her penis was gone yet, I took a quick peek and found it still tucked in, though I am sure it was much smaller than it was before this all began. Her testes were gone though, no doubt they were ovaries now. From the look of things, I suspected that after one more day, all of her changes would be complete. She was still very deeply asleep, so I took the liberty of stepping out for a while to get myself fed. I was sure that she wouldn't be going anywhere and if she did wake up, I suspected she would still be out of it the way that I was. I was certainly feeling a little restless, so I took a long stroll to a bar that was almost on the other side of the neighborhood. As I walked through the streets at night I would always feel so powerful, I was the predator, I was a creature that evoked fear in the mere mortal, I had nothing to worry about unlike when I was a mortal woman alone on the streets at night. Wait a minute, I had just refereed to myself as a mortal woman before the change, where did that come from, I was a man. I had now been a woman for two months and a bit, and I was already starting to get use to it, my mind was even starting to think of myself as such, that was not good. As soon as Jeannette was ready, we had to find my lost masculinity before it was too late. As I was feeding on the other side of the neighborhood, our visitor was back and this time he had brought a few friends. It seems that he decided that he was going to need Jeannette after all, and they were there to help him kidnap Jeannette. They had little problem doing such, that is, till Jeannette woke up and was a little alarmed at what was happening. She had enough time to send out a mental cry for help before she passed out again. A lot of vampires heard her distress call, and it was to cause us trouble later, but the important thing at the time was that I heard it. His blood flowed down my throat in delicious waves of pleasure as my orgasm began to build in response to his slide towards death. I was so close now, and then my mind was shattered briefly as a feeling of urgency, a call for help filled all of my senses. Someone was in trouble, it was a vampire, it was Jeannette. I dropped my victim just short of my blood orgasm and ran as fast as I could towards the apartment. I moved so fast, that to a mortal, I would have been but a blur and a blast of air as I displaced the air before me. I think I actually flew for a part of the trip, but my mind was merely thinking only of Jeannette and really is uncertain of that. I didn't even stop to open the door, but burst in through it, splintering the door into an unrecognizable mush of wood that slammed into the opposite wall with a huge bang that shook the very building. Standing calmly beside the door to the storage closet was a man I had never seen before. Just inside the room, his two lackeys were in the process of stuffing Jeannette into a very large duffel bag. I radiated anger, and I was surely going to kill these three for this. The man spoke, "Cheyenne, welcome back, we thought we had more time to remove Jeannette before you returned. A slight miscalculation on my part I am afraid." He was too calm for a man about to die, this intrigued me a little, it perhaps bought him a few more minutes of life. "I am going to kill you, perhaps you will enlighten me as to how you thought that you could pull off such a mundane kidnapping attempt, or I can just kill you." "Cheyenne, you will not want to kill me as I am the only one who can make you male again. You see, I have been studying you for some time now, also Jeannette, she is giving me very valuable information." "What are you talking about," I demanded! "Let me explain then. First of all my name is Mark Knowell, I am a scientist and also what you might call a mystic or perhaps a psychic. The brunt of my work, my research, is in marrying science with the paranormal. I am getting very close to quite a few major discoveries, One of them, which will be important to you, is my gender potion." "Gender potion, what are you talking about?" His two lackeys keep an eye on things not moving at all, which is a good thing as I would not hesitate to kill them, I would then kill Mark after his speech. "My gender potion is based on your blood, I am very close to being able to replicate your gender change without turning my subjects into vampires. If I am successful, I can surely modify it to effect another gender change in you. That is why I am here for Jeannette, I need to examine her some more to unlock the final key to this puzzle. Soon, she will be a full- fledged vampire, and useless to me then. Cheyenne, I can free you, I really am your only hope." He was making sense, as much as I wanted to kill him, if he was right, he could free me from my curse, well, one of them at least. However, there were holes in his story, he was hiding something from me. "Okay Mark, you have my attention, but if you want to keep it as well as your life, I suggest that you give me a little more to go on, frankly I do not trust you at this point, certainly not enough to let you touch Jeannette." "Fair enough. I guess it all started the night you were made, I don't know why, but I felt something that night, like a disturbance on the astral plane. I left my body to investigate and that disturbance led me to you. I was astounded to learn that vampires existed, and then as your gender change occurred, well I was hooked so to say. I was able to sneak in when Rebecca was not around and managed to obtain samples from you. I have studied your blood quite a bit in the last month, however, only during your change was your blood useful for my study." "You stole my blood too," I was showing my anger again. "It really was necessary to my research, it gave me almost enough information to perfect my gender potion. Hell, with another five years or so of research in a lab, I would no doubt perfect it. But then, thanks to you, it happens again, you make Jeannette, and I have new data and a chance to complete this project. I am so close, I need her body to get the final answers, I promise you that no harm will come to her and that I will change you back into the male you are. You have to trust me, that is all you have to do, and in a few days, your nightmare will be over, you and Jeannette can leave and have all eternity together to do whatever." His arguments were very tempting, but yet I still felt that something was wrong. I should have just killed them all right there, but what if he was telling the truth, could I chance throwing away my masculinity because I was angry. No, I was not going to kill him, we were going to play his game and hopefully we would both end up winning. However, if he pulled anything, I would not hesitate to kill him. "Okay Mark, I will go along with you for now, but do not cross me, you will not get any further warnings." "But of course Cheyenne, I quite value my life, you can be assured of that," he said with a smile as he reached out to shake my hand, "we have a deal then, let us shake on it." "Whatever," I said as I allowed him to grasp my hand for his handshake, I then realized that I had been betrayed as darkness overtook me and I passed into unconsciousness. Before I regained consciousness, I had the dream again, Jeannette was trying to kill me, I didn't want to hurt her, but I had to defend myself, and Claude was there again, and the air it opened up and a girl that sort of looked like me walked out. She looked so sad, I wanted to cry for her. She then screamed that Armageddon was coming, it was almost too late. The evil Jeannette smiled and laughed at her, then I felt death, everywhere, it was so cold. Before I opened my eyes, I felt my hunger; it was very overwhelming, it was worse than I had ever remembered it being. I was a little confused as I opened my eyes, where was I, this was not Jeannette's apartment. Oh yes, now I remembered, Mike tricked me somehow, but what had he done, how did he pull it off. The handshake, something jabbed me, a drug, but what sort of drug could possibly knock out a vampire? I then noticed that I was in a very big cage, I also had a chain attached to an iron collar as well as two steel anklets. He certainly was not taking any chances with me, but did he really think that mere chains would hold the great and powerful vampire Cheyenne, boy was I getting full of myself. I tried to break the chains, but to no avail, they held fast, I was indeed trapped. Outside of the cage, there was a hospital bed and Jeannette was lying on it. I noticed that every so often I would catch a flicker of blue energy as though she was lying in a cocoon or force field of some sort. I could also see that her transformation was complete, she was beautiful with her long mane of black hair and perfect body like mine. She seemed to be conscious, maybe she knew more than I did. "Jeannette, can you hear me," I croaked, oh I was really thirsty, I must have been held here without blood for at least a few days. "Cheyenne, oh thank God, you are finally awake. Where are we, what is going on?" I guess she didn't have any more of an idea than I did, I guess we would have to wait till Mark decided to come down and gloat about whatever he achieved here. "I do not know where we are either, however, a human named Mark Knowell is responsible for this. I am going to kill him as soon as I am free." "Oh really," said Mark as he walked into the room, "I really don't think that you are going to be in any position to ever pull that off, as a matter of fact, I am almost done with you and ready to introduce you to Mr. Sun." "If you kill us, others will find you and kill you. I think it is you who are in big trouble," I replied knowing that the others would not help, heck they might applaud him for killing us considering I broke all the rules to make Jeannette. "No, my plan is really perfect, I think I am perfectly safe. Now, I must tell you that you fell for my deceptions even easier than I anticipated, but so far everything has transpired exactly as I have predicted. I have won, and there is nothing that you or anyone else on earth can do about it." "How did you drug me?" "I mentioned that I stole some of your blood too in trying to develop my gender potion, well my experiments kept creating vampires and well, I had to experiment on them before I destroyed them. As you can imagine, I learned a great deal about the vampire's biochemistry. I even was able to develop a drug that worked on sleep receptor sites in the brain that would fool the vampire into thinking it was daytime and thus make him or her fall asleep instantly. It works very well as you discovered, it actually travels almost instantly to those sites, another unique vampire adaptation, You really do have a very unique system, I could study you for a long time. However, I have larger dreams for me and hence I am now ready to begin my next step towards my plans for world domination." "World domination, you do have dreams. You will never even get close to that Mark, you are being stupid if you think that you truly have a chance." "Oh I have a chance alright. I have the gender potion, when I release it on the world, all the transformed men will obey me in hopes of getting their masculinity back, and the women, well they will miss getting fucked, so I guess I will have them over a barrel too." "You are crazy, it will never work." "You were willing to trust me in hopes of getting your masculinity back, are you so sure that you would not follow me if I promised a peaceful world, free from poverty, crime, war, and disease. I can deliver a perfect world, I will rule it, and when all the dust settles, history will record me as the greatest person that has ever lived. It really will be wonderful." "You are insane Mark, you can not pull that off without destroying the world. You see it as easy, but it is not, it is hard, you will only cause hardship and misery until someone kills you, it will happen, you can not expect to even try to pull this off without creating enemies." Two of his lackey's entered the room and stood patiently behind him. Turning to them, he said, "prep the operating room, I think I would like to do some exploratory surgery on Jeannette." "No," screamed Jeannette from her energy cocoon! "Please, she is innocent. You have your potion, you do not need to do this to her." "Ah, but I do as it will torture you my dear Cheyenne, and seeing you in anguish is rather fun." His lackey's started to wheel Jeannette and her hospital bed out of the door as she screamed continuously in horror. "I don't know how, but I am going to kill you, mark my words you bastard, I will kill you!" He just laughed and left the room with his lackeys, I could hear Jeannette's screams, from somewhere outside of the room, getting fainter, and then they stopped. I frantically begin to pull against my bindings but to no avail, All I ended up doing was getting myself madder and madder as I whipped against my bindings. I was almost about to give up when I heard a crack in the cement wall, this made me find extra strength and increase my efforts. With a loud crumbling rumble, I pull my restraints free of the concrete, I wasn't free yet, but I was a step closer, I sill had the bars to contend with. I pulled my chains with me as I reached the bars, like a dog without its master. The bars were very solid, I tried pulling on them, but it was going to be pointless, they were not even budging. I needed blood and as if God were on my side, I could hear someone approaching, it was one of Mark's lackeys. I quickly put my chains back so that he could not tell that I was free from my binds. "Hello," I said to him to gain his attention, and when he looked up I was able to capture him in my gaze. I was surprised that Mark did not warn his men not to look at me; his mistake, I was going to make sure that it came back to haunt him. "Look into my eyes my friend, you will do as I say, you love me, it feels good to help me, you would even die for me if I asked." "Die for you?" "Open this cage, free me so that we can be together," I commanded. "Only Mark can open the cage," he said. "Then come here, I want to kiss you my love, come to me." He walked zombie like over to the cage, I gave up the pretense that I was still bound and met him at the front of the cage. I reached out and brought his wrist in through the bars. I then released him from my gaze just before I bit into his wrist. He had just enough time to register horror before I broke his skin, and then well the pleasure of his blood entering my mouth overpowered everything else. I sucked harder and harder as my nipples strained to break free from my bra, my vagina became so drenched that you may have predicted that hurricane Excited just blew in. The blood continued to flow and I felt a very deep tingle within my vagina that spread to within my uterus, growing in strength. At the same time, my nipples also began t radiate this pleasure as well as my tongue and mouth as well as my throat and esophagus. The pleasure radiated downwards while it radiated up from my genitalia to meet in my core as one giant throbbing vesicle of pleasure. As I achieved orgasm, it was like that vesicle exploded, shot off into my brain a seething bolt of pleasure. As I recovered from it. I let go of the dead wrist and Mark's lackey fell to the floor dead. I felt so much better, a lot of my strength returned, though I could have used one more to regain all of my strength. I reached up to my neck and easily pulled the iron collar free and then did the same to the anklets. It felt great to be free from them, also the thought that Mark would soon be dead also excited me. I walked over to the bars expecting to just tear them apart, but something was wrong, they held, I still could not even budge them. They were no ordinary steel, Mark was smarter than I gave him credit for. So if I couldn't escape through the bars, I guess I had better concentrate on the brick wall, perhaps I could break through it. I went over to examine where I pulled my bindings free and it looked like it indeed could be done. I figured that there was probably nothing on the other side of that wall, so I decided the best way to break through it would be to probably kick at the weakest point. That seemed to me to be the crack in the middle of it where the neck binding had been pulled from. Well here it goes I thought as I stood back and did a roundhouse kick into that spot. I heard cement crumble as my kick crushed the bricks in the middle of the wall. Cracks spread out from where I hit and a lot of brick dust filled the air. One more kick like that, and I should be free. With the second kick , the wall came down, I was free, or so I thought. As the bricks cleared, I saw that the other side of the wall was an identical cage and Mark stood amused just outside of it. He started to laugh as I was still trapped, but only in a bigger cage. "What the hell," I said not believing this new predicament. "I am impressed, you through that wall a full two minutes earlier than I had anticipated. I told you, everything goes according to my plan, perhaps now you are beginning to understand that." I ran at the other cage wall in this new room, but it held against my attack. "My, my Cheyenne, don't you look cute with your yellow eyes and those fangs. I bet Mom would love it if I brought you home for dinner." He was patronizing me now, I was still determined to kill him. "Well, I killed one of your men Mark, maybe your plan is not as good as you think." "Oh my, I had to feed you honey. I sent that man in for you to dine on." "You bastard, you will sacrifice your own men for your amusement, you are truly a monster." "Harsh words, but not surprising if not a little hypocritical from a woman that kills men everyday." He was right there, I then remembered Jeannette. "Jeannette, what have you done to her, you had better pray that she is alright." "She will be fine, the vampire body can take quite a bit of abuse, even major trauma and still survive. It was rather amazing, I actually removed her liver and was able to do all sorts of blood chemistry experiments on it. I was trying to find out just what happened to vampire blood in that organ, perhaps solve a mystery as to why vampires need so much blood to live." "You removed her liver," I was a little shocked, yet also slightly interested as the doctor part of my mind kicked in. "Yes, but it was amazing that when I was going to try and return what was left of it after I was through, well she had already grew a new one." "These vampire bodies are rather resilient, what did you find out," I asked? I was hoping that if I played along with him that perhaps he would put his guard down long enough to give me a chance to entrap him, maybe get him close enough to the cage to get my hands on him. "Well, as you are aware, in normal people, the liver concentrates old red blood cells and actually removes these from the blood to make bile, which is then stored in the gall bladder. Now in vampires, the liver actually removes all of the blood components and seems to convert them into something lymphatically based. I am thinking that the healing factor that vampires enjoy is totally based on this lymphatic cellular compound that the blood is turned into. This compound, actually seems to act as undifferentiated cells would and go to the sites of injury and almost magically heal them instantly." "That actually makes sense. So there actually is science behind some of this magic, I feel better knowing that." I actually was almost engrossed in what he had said, it made perfect sense, it was only too bad that he was a mad insane nut, he could have been a great researcher. "Yes indeed, the paranormal is but science that we do not understand. I have been bridging the gap between the two and as a result have made quite a few major breakthroughs." "Yes, it seems you have Mark. But why must you destroy the world, you could easily be a leader in the scientific community?" "Perhaps, but most do not look so favorably upon my research, I have many times been labeled a mad scientist. I guess in some ways I am a mad scientist. However, I have only one real ambition, and that is total and complete world domination. So you see, I have no choice but to follow my dream, and I am just smart enough to make it a reality." "You will not win, free me, let me end your misery," I said trying to hypnotize Mark to no avail. His mind just could not be influenced. "Nice try Cheyenne, I have work to do now so if you will excuse me. We will not talk again as sunrise is but in three hours and oh did I mention that you only have the same amount of time to live?" He then depressed a button on a remote and the outer walls as well as the ceiling began to retract. I was astounded, what an engineering marvel, my cage was actually sitting on a rooftop and only one wall was real, the rest were a makeshift illusion. Mark walked back in through the door in the one remaining wall throwing me a quick salute as it closed behind him. I had three hours to escape, or else it was game over. For the first hour, I paced the cage, testing the bars from various sections hoping to find a week spot, a single week bar that I could pull free to escape. There were no week bars, my trap seemed to be inescapable. I had now only two hours left till dawn, I was running out of time and God help me, if mark was this smart, perhaps the world was in trouble, big trouble. Wait, Rebecca, I could try to reach her mentally, perhaps she could save me, could help stop this mad man. I sat down and concentrated on her trying to send my plea for help. I got no response from her, I was not even sure if she heard me or not. I was down to one hour till sunrise and still had made no headway towards escaping. I was running out of time too fast. There had to be a way to escape, he couldn't be allowed to win, that gender potion of his had to be stopped, the world was relying on me, I couldn't die here, I had to save the world somehow. But how, oh yes, an idea formed. If I couldn't break the bars, maybe the solution was to move the cage. Yes, I looked down to see the metal floor was but a plate bolted into the roof of this building, much like the ceiling of my cage. I leaped upwards crashing against the ceiling, as I hit it, I felt the bolts give, yes it would be easy to pull this cage free from the roof. I leaped again and again until in a satisfying lurch, I overturned the cage as it came free from the roof. I was still stuck inside, but I was in a mobile prison now. The next part of my plan was a bit more risqu?. Well, if I didn't do it, I was dead in about forty-five minutes, so I guess I had nothing to lose. I stared to roll the jail with me inside towards the edge of the roof. I stopped at the edge to look down, it was about a 30 story fall to the alleyway below. I was afraid, but I had a chance of surviving the fall and wrecking this cage as long as I didn't get decapitated in the process. Well, it was now or never, I was running out of time, I let the cage roll once more and then free fall. The wind roared past me, as I plunged down within my cage, at the same time watching the ground gets closer and closer. I was going to survive, I had to, and I had to save Jeannette and kill that bastard. I began to brace for impact pulling myself into a fetal position tucking in my head as the ground reached up and said hello. I heard metal tear and earth part in a loud whirling sound as my vision was clouded with dust and the feeling of impact broke bones. I felt a bar tear through me, I thought it was in my abdomen, but it was a little higher, puncturing a lung. Then the darkness overtook me, did I die? I awoke some time later racked in pain, I could see water and darkness, somewhere above there was light, and voices. "I'm telling you, I saw the whole thing, a cage with a woman in it fell off that roof and plunged to that hole right there, I think it was going so fast that it may have punched through the ground down into the sewer. I doubt that the woman is still alive, nothing could have survived that fall." Said one of the voices. I knew it would not be long till they were down here searching and if they found me they would pull me out into the sunlight where I would die, I was not going to let that happen. However, I was too week to move, I needed blood critically. "Are you okay miss?" Huh, I awoke again to see the face of an emergency worker. He was alone, I was hungry, I could smell his blood, I somehow found the energy to grab him and pull him to me. Voices were yelling from up top, but by the time they pulled their colleague up, it was too late, he was already drained of blood. I pulled the bar out of me, I still hurt, but I could escape now and find a place to sleep. Tonight I would return and Mark was going to die. I was up and ready to go promptly at sunset, I was going to have to feed probably twice before my confrontation with Mark. I wanted to make sure that I was as strong as possible since Mark was certainly a mortal that should not be underestimated. My lung still hurt where the bar had been driven through my chest, I shuddered thinking that just an inch to the right and it would have went through my heart; that may very well have killed me. However, I was alive and Mark had underestimated me, I figured that gave me the edge I would need as well as surprise which I intended to use to my advantage. I actually ended up feeding on three before I felt fully recharged and ready to take on Mark. I made my way back to his building and easily scaled the thirty floors to the rooftop. I headed over to the door he had disappeared to and reached out with my vampire senses to see if anyone was on the other side. It seemed safe, so I gently applied enough strength to break the lock as quietly as possible. As I opened the door, I found myself at the top of a ramp that ran down to the next floor where I could see no activity from where I was. I very quietly eased my way down the ramp, ready to strike if anyone saw me. But, it led into an empty room and there seemed to be no one around, but that was not true, I could smell blood, it was close. I turned and under the ramp trying to hide from me was one of Mark's lackeys. I was still full from the three I fed on earlier, so I just went over to this man and snapped his neck, leaving his body in a pile under the ramp. There was only one door in the room, and using my senses, I detected no one on the other side of the door, so I opened it, it wasn't locked and stepped out into a hallway. My senses told me that there were humans behind every door other than the one I had come in through. I could also sense Jeannette, she was still alive, behind the door at the end of the hallway. I crept down to that door, I sensed two mortals in with her, I hoped that one of them was Mark. I opened the door very quickly, throwing it off its hinges to find Jeannette still on that same bed, and two of Mark's lackeys standing guard. They were no match for me and both soon sported matching broken necks as I plowed through them to get to Jeannette. "Cheyenne, Mark said you were dead, I am so happy to see you, wait do not touch me, the force field." I stopped just short of touching the energy barrier. "The power supply, I think it is under the bed, destroy it and I am free." I bend down, and she was right, there it was, I reached down and crushed it with my hand, Jeannette was free. "Oh thank God, I am free again, quick Cheyenne, we have to find Mark and kill him." "I will kill him Jeannette, I made that promise to him, you can have any more of his lackeys as I am sure you could use some blood." She nodded in agreement as we rushed out into the hall where his lackeys where assembling as they left their rooms. I left them for Jeannette, who had a bloodbath with them. I was a little surprised at the extent of her violence, but she had been cooped up for so long, I just dismissed it. There was only one door left unclosed and I knew Mark was behind it. I wasted no time and kicked the door in. Mark was alone in the center of the room; for the first time ever, he looked afraid. It was nice to see a rather unsure Mark, I was about to finally fulfill my promise. "Hello Cheyenne, I guess you won," he said almost in a drone like voice. "I told you that I would, now I am here to keep my promise." I said as I advanced on him. "You can kill me all you like my friend, it is as I have planned?" I snapped his neck, I did not want the foul taste of his blood on my lips. What did he mean that it was part of his plan, I really had a bad feeling about this. Jeannette came into the room and seemed overjoyed that Mark was dead. "It is over now, we are free," she said. "I hope you are right, something just doesn't feel right here, it was too easy." "He was arrogant, he really thought you were dead my love." That was strange, Jeannette had never called me her love before. Oh well she was not the same Jeannette I use to know anymore, she was now a vampire, she was not a man trying to be a woman anymore, she was a goddess, so, I guess things were going to change. "You are right, lets go home?" "I think we need a new home, you busted up the door on my apartment." "I had almost forgotten about that, we will need a new place I guess." "Well, I saw a safe in here and perhaps a little money will help us get set up," she purred. She then led me straight to the safe, which was not too hard to open using my enhanced hearing to hear the clicks o