She handed the bottle to Elena, who, without a second thought, drank it as well. A similar expression of relief washed over her face. Deborah's smile returned, more satisfied now. Good. Now that you've accepted what you are, let's get to the point. I know you're hosting a birthday party tonight, and we're counting on you. Mrs Clinton frowned, her mind racing. "Counting on me for what?" Recruitment, Deborah said, her voice sharp and commanding. You have many powerful friends. And we know the mayor's son is coming to your party tonight." The mayor's son? Ms. Clinton echoed, confused."He's our main target," Deborah continued. Your job tonight is to turn him, make him one of us. Get as many others as you can, but he is the priority. Fail, Her eyes darted to Elena, and she leaned in close. "...and your daughter's new life as a vampire will be very short." Mrs Clinton's heart raced in her chest as she pulled Elena closer, shielding her. "You can't threaten my daughter," she hissed, her voice low and furious. Deborah straightened, a cold smile playing on her lips. It's not a threat. It's reality. So do as you're told. She glanced at the other vampires in the room. "Now, let's get this place ready for the party." As the vampires scattered, cleaning and organizing the room, Mrs Clinton stood there with Elena, her mind swirling with fear and confusion. She knew she had no choice but to comply, at least for now. But as her newfound strength surged through her body, one thought echoed louder than all the rest: she would find a way to protect her daughter, no matter what it took.
Later that night, Mrs Clinton's luxury home was bustling with life. The grand halls were filled with political elites, laughing, drinking champagne, and enjoying the lavish spread of gourmet food. Mrs Clinton, now rejuvenated as a vampire, appeared more youthful and alluring than ever. Her presence was magnetic, drawing the attention of various influential men who admired her beauty and flirted with her as she celebrated her birthday. The evening was going perfectly as the cake-cutting ceremony concluded, and the dance floor reopened.
As the night deepened at Mrs Clinton's luxurious home, the celebration continued with the political elite mingling and enjoying the grand festivities. Mrs. Clinton, now a vision of youth and beauty, moved gracefully among the crowd, her every step exuding confidence and allure. Her birthday party had drawn some of the most influential political figures in Uptown, including the mayor's son, Richard, a key target for the vampires. Elena, standing beside her mother, caught Richard's eye and smiled seductively. "Care for a dance?" she asked softly. Richard, enchanted by her newfound beauty and charm, eagerly accepted. As they swayed to the music, Elena glanced over at Deborah, who stood at the edge of the room, watching the scene unfold. Deborah was dressed elegantly, her presence commanding yet subtle. The vampires scattered throughout the party were all alert, awaiting her command. When the dance was over, Elena whispered into Richard's ear, "Let's go somewhere private." She led him upstairs, casting a glance back at Deborah, who gave her a smile and a slight nod. Once in the room, their kiss turned passionate, but Richard winced when Elena bit his lip."Oh, I'm sorry," Elena said, pulling back with feigned innocence. "I might be a little rough." Richard smiled weakly, brushing it off. "I don't mind." But soon, his body began to change. The warmth drained from his skin like a feverish fever, but soon, his body began to change. The warmth drained from his skin as a feverish chill overtook him. Richard's heart raced, his heart beating fast in his chest like a frantic drum, but it felt as though it was struggling against an invisible weight pressing down on him. Elena watched intently, her heart racing with anticipation. "Don't fight it," she murmured, brushing a gentle hand along his cheek, her voice soft yet commanding. "You're about to awaken to something extraordinary." Richard's eyelids fluttered, struggling to remain open as a wave of dizziness washed over him. "What… what's happening?" he stammered, gasping for breath, his body betraying him as he sank further into her embrace. It's the transformation, Elena whispered, her lips curling into a knowing smile. You are no longer bound by the limitations of humanity. You are something greater now. Elena lay the conscious Richard on the bed and left the room, leaving Richard behind while his transformation was taking place. Back in the luxurious living room of Mrs. Clinton, Then, as everyone was on the dance-floor with their partner, as if summoned by a silent command, Deborah raised her hand, signaling the rest of the vampires in the room. One by one, they sank their teeth into the necks of their unsuspecting victims, who were blissfully unaware of the dark ritual unfolding around them. The air filled with gasps and surprised cries, quickly transforming into soft moans as the vampires drank deep, the scent of blood mingling with the rich aroma of champagne and gourmet food. Mrs. Clinton was no exception. She seized one of the influential politicians, her eyes flashing with hunger and power as she pulled him close. With a swift motion, she bit into his neck, relishing the warm blood flowing into her mouth, savoring the taste of her newfound strength. In unison, the vampires feasted their laughter and whispered promises of eternal life echoing through the opulent halls of the luxury home. After draining their victims, they watched with anticipation as the humans slumped to the floor, lifeless for mere moments before awakening to their new existence. Confusion mingled with hunger in their eyes as they rose, transformed and ready to embrace their new lives. Deborah stood before the newly turned vampires, her expression a mix of pride and authority. "Welcome to the family," she proclaimed, her voice smooth and commanding. You are now more than human. You will soon experience the strength and benefits of this new life. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned bottles filled with blood, each one gleaming under the soft light of the chandeliers. The other vampires, including Elena and Mrs. Clinton followed suit, distributing the blood into elegant glasses. Deborah raised her glass high, her voice ringing out clear above the newfound chaos. Cheers! To dominate! To the new life! Cheers! The crowd echoed, voices rich with excitement and eagerness. They clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing like a sinister promise. As they drank deeply, the transformation fully took hold, infusing them with power and an insatiable hunger. The party, once filled with laughter and celebration, had now morphed into a dark gathering of the dead, bound together by their new fate, ready to forge a path of dominance in a world that had underestimated them.