Hi... The you are about to read was written by Laura Jean and JR Parz. Some of this involves sex, and you really must be eighteen to read it. If this type of offends you or you are not legally enough to read it. Please don't. If you would like to make a comment, you can either reach Laura at serena113@hotmail.com or JR Parz at rjzach.avid.dynip.com
"Serena - Teen Witch, Meets A Vampire" by Laura Jean and JR Parz
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I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Serena...and I'm a witch. No, not the kind of witch who worships the elements, or practices wicca. I'm not that type of witch. Hmmm. Let's see... I guess you could call me a witch who can really cast spells. Spells that work.
You wouldn't know it by looking at me. I kind of blend in with the rest of you humans. I eat, drink, and sleep. Just like you do. When I fly, it's as a passenger on a plane, and not on a broom. If you don't believe me, you're really not going to believe me now. I'm nearly two hundred years old. Relax, I don't look that old. In fact, I physically turned fifteen last July.
Confused? I understand... Where should I start? Well, I guess everything stems from a Halloween Party I attended eleven years ago. I just love Halloween Parties...
Hang on...my is calling me...
Okay, I am back.
My wanted to remind me that Sabrina is on tonight, and it's a Halloween Special. There's something about that show I really like. Hmmm. <lol> I think every in the world with the name Sabrina or Serena gets teased about being a witch... If they only knew. Anyway, in my we all sit around the television to watch the show. What's that? Oh... I am the only witch in my family, and they haven't a clue.
Did I mention it's Halloween in a couple of days? I've been, like, invited to a really kewl party. A couple of my girlfriends are trying to set me up with Darren. He's in my Math class and really cute...but I have my sights on someone else. I'll get to that later, kay. Anyway, Halloween night is a very special night for me. It was midnight on this date, exactly two hundred years ago, when I was conceived. In fact, it's the only night of the year a witch can get pregnant. It certainly makes for some interesting parties. Well, on a certain Halloween night there was another significant event, and like I said, this happened eleven years ago. I'm reminded of it several times a day... It's hard not to when I look in the mirror. No, I'm not hideous...in fact, I'm a very pretty girl. I mean, really pretty.
You may find this hard to believe, but eleven years ago, I was a healthy beautiful twenty-eight year old. I stood about 5'8" and weighed about 125lbs, very firm and very curvy. My most prominent feature were my tits. They were the product of my real and a growth spell. Plus, many hours before a mirror perfecting them thanks to a shaping spell. If I were to wear a bra back then, I probably would have needed a 35EE cup. I was quite the beauty back then.
Anyway, I guess I should get going with what happened to me. First, let me explain some facts. In order for a witch, or a warlock, to stay and beautiful, they must steal 'age' from a human. I know this sounds mean, but in most cases, you humans don't even realize it's happening. Hmmm. Okay, did you ever notice how some people look much than others but according to their birth certificates, they're the same age? For example, some of these models you see on television. You know the kind... They're fourteen years and look twenty. Trust me. They've been tampered with.
You will be happy to hear that the nicer witches outnumber the evil ones. So, when a nice witch steals "age", they usually steal a little at a time. The victim never knows it. Incidentally, if you haven't already figured it out, I'm a nice witch...and I've never intentionally stolen more than three months from the same human. Evil witches are another matter and can be very dangerous. I recommend you stay clear of them, but chances are, you wouldn't know one if you met one. If they did do something to you, they'd probably cover their tracks. You know...memory loss.
Just to shine some light on how serious stealing age can be, let me share a very sad with you. It happened about thirty or forty years ago. I'm sorry, when you lived as long as I have, trying to pinpoint a time frame is difficult. What I do remember is my cover, because I enjoyed some of my most memorable...ah...experiences. I remember being physically twenty years and portraying myself as a rich girl. I learned later of how prestigious this is, and I laugh now at my own motive for attending. You see, this particular institution is exclusively for females. Well, at least it was back then.
I remember renting a small house in a quaint little suburban area. I even grew a friendship with my neighbors, a couple and their daughter. Their little would always stop by and visit me after school. I loved listening to her talk. She was so adorable and would say some of the silliest things.
Anyway, just to stay in the loop of my true nature, I would occasionally attend a Coven party. It was at this party that I toyed around with a warlock. The guy was a creep, and had a reputation for playing the witches. I thought it was about time someone paid him back in spades. I knew he wouldn't try any spells on me. It was against the code, and I seriously doubt he could outlast my powers anyway. Well, by the end of the party, the warlock found out he wasn't getting any, and he became very belligerent.
One Friday afternoon, he showed up unexpected. I was shocked. He said that he decided to forgive me and was surprising me with a weekend getaway. Of course, I told him I wasn't interested. I remember thinking; doesn't he get the hint? Anyway, I told him that what I considered him doing was harassment, and I threatened him with a formal complaint to the Warlock & Witches Council. Well, it only made him angrier. He kept on saying that he didn't understand how I could refuse him... If you hadn't realized it by now...I'm a lesbian. Well, at least I was one. What? You didn't know witches could be lesbians? I guess you would believe me if I told you I forgot to mention the part to the warlock? <lol> Let me explain something... Even if I were into then, he would not have had a chance. He was a creep. Anyway, the warlock starts harping on our age difference. His body is that of a in his mid thirties, so he asks me if I prefer my men younger. I ignore him and quietly ask him to leave. Then the sad part. It was about this time that my little friend came through the door. Stealing 'age' doesn't take long. It can be accomplished in a matter of seconds. Well, no sooner had the warlock mentioned the age difference, he spotted the and grabbed her arm. Before I had time to react, the 'age' transformation spell stole the girl's childhood. I stood there in utter shock. How could anybody do this to a little girl!?! I looked at the warlock, who was now wearing his body of early twenties. Then I looked back to the little girl, who was no longer little. In fact, the was now a very beautiful woman. She stood there near naked, with her child's clothes in shreds...some of it still hanging off of her.
I think her name was Christina. Anyway, Christina had age progressed to a pretty woman of maybe nineteen or twenty...but mentally, she was still a child! Once a witch or a warlock performs an 'age' transformation spell, it's final. At least to the best of my knowledge. Christina started crying and I led her over to the couch. I quickly placed her under a sleep spell and then turned to the warlock. He stood there thinking he was god's gift to woman. I remembering calling him a huge jerk and a bunch of other names. I wanted in the worst way to cast a curse on him, but before I had time to react, he told me to go fuck myself and then disappeared.
So, here I was, faced with a ten year inside the physical body of a twenty year old. I kneeled down beside Christina and cried. It was all my fault. Ten years of this girl's life was gone and she'd never get it back. How was I going to explain this to her...and her parents. How was Christina going to adapt? As all these things ran through my mind, I kept on staring at the and I feel ashamed to admit it, but started feeling aroused. The girl's twenty year body was breath-taking. She looked so sweet and obviously innocent. Please don't think the worse of me. Try and understand. A young, innocent woman...incredibly beautiful...Naked and asleep on my couch... I would have given anything to make love to her. Well, I restrained myself. I didn't go there. Oh, I wanted too...but I didn't! Instead... I spent the rest of that day and night casting a slue of spells. I did what was best for all three of them. Yes, the included. What I did is another story, and I need to get going with the one I started.
Like I had mention earlier, at twenty-eight years of physical age, I'm a knock out. Believe me when I say I draw my share of attention. My hair is blonde and I keep it long...Down to my ass. It tickles when it brushes across my cheeks. Please... Hold the jokes. Anyway, here I am at this party, thinking that I was all that and I had no idea what was in store for me.
I love Halloween parties. Always have...and despite this experience... I always will. I love the fact that people dress up in costumes and hide their inhibitions underneath their mask. I myself tend to be more daring myself. My costume is the one I always wear... A human's version of a sexy witch. You know the kind. Black short skirt, black top, black sexy hat, and hair. If you still can't it, there's an television series I've seen on "Nick" called 'Bewitched'. Remember the beginning where an animated witch is flying around on a broom. That's what I look like! Well, not exactly. My long hair comes down to my ass and my were incredible! The black outfit I wore hugged my tits, along with the rest of my curvaceous figure. I looked *hot* and I was attracting all kinds of attention.
Tonight, I was out on the prowl... Feeling really raunchy and horny. In my two hundred years, most of my sexual relationships lasted a week here, and a week there. In all my years, there was only one girl, Cassandra North, who shared my bed for a longer period...but Cassandra's another story, so I'll save that for a different time. Anyway, as my eyes roamed the room, I settled on a cute dressed as Super Girl. Next move... My favorite part...the seduction.
Most of the I seduce are virgin to female sex. There isn't anything more sexy and arousing to me than seducing innocence. I love taking a heterosexual lovely and eliciting a sexual response from her. The confusion on the girl's face, as she squirms with desire for me, is priceless. The I selected this night, looked age...maybe. Petite, and long auburn hair. She looked very sexy in her mini and cape. If I remember correctly, I think her name was Lisa. Well, I know it started with an 'L'. Everything about her was perfect except for her tits. Based on how much time I spent perfecting my own, you shouldn't be surprised I'm a girl, myself. Lisa's were way to small. I decided to place a growth spell on them. I even played with the idea of making them grow during the party, but decided I didn't want to embarrass her.
It didn't take but a few minor spells before Lisa felt a compulsion to start talking with me. Lisa and her roommate were here as friends of the host. I crashed the party, so I had no idea who the host was. Both attended the local college. Lisa told me her friend was dressed as Bat Girl, but when she went to point her out, she couldn't find her. I don't think I saw her that night because I can't recall seeing a Bat Girl... If she looked anything like Super Girl, I probably would have wanted to seduce both the female heroines!
As Lisa and I talked about various likes and interests, I decided to place one of my favorite spells on her. Just to let you know, there are over one hundred different spells to choose from when you want to seduce a girl. My favorite is the plain, fashioned, arousal spell. Now, I have a feeling I know what you're thinking... Why would a who looks like me, need to resort to a love spell? Excuse me. Hello. The I'm seducing is heterosexual. Just because I'm a knockout doesn't mean a heterosexual is ready to start licking me all over. Yes, even pretty witches sometimes resort to witchcraft. The arousal spell I use transmits a stronger version of my own arousal inside my target. Simply put, the hornier I become for the girl, the hornier the becomes for me.
While I talked to Lisa, I placed a time delayed growth spell on her little titties. I'm usually pretty good at measurements. I decided to go with an increase of three full cup sizes and two inches. I wasn't completely sure what size bra she was wearing underneath her tight blue costume, but I guessed her to be a 32"A". The spell would activate the second she slips her bra off. Lisa would grow from her present 32"A" to a much nicer 34"D". I also put a sensitivity spell on them which would make any stimulation to her nipples tickle her clit as well.
Well, it wasn't to long before Lisa started fidgeting. She mentioned a couple of times how hot it was and couldn't keep her hands off herself, while stealing glances at my breasts. I couldn't wait till I could get her alone, and was about to invite her upstairs when I noticed *him*.
The walked like he owned the place... At first my eyes were glued to his body. His presence just seemed to be so powerful. My eyes then moved up to his face, and the second our eyes met, I felt a strange tug inside my mind. Right there the alarms should have gone off, but for whatever reason, I didn't even question the feeling.
I'm not sure how I was able to look away, but I did. I turned back to Lisa, and saw that she was ready. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and she was having trouble breathing. Hell, I could even smell her arousal. I reached over real close to her and whispered in her ear that we should go upstairs. As I did this, I circled my right hand underneath her sexy mini skirt and pressed my middle and index finger against her pussy...she gasped, blushed but leaned her ass in for deeper contact. Lisa whispered back; "yes".
As I was about to lead the way, the that so captivated me a few moments ago, stood in front of me... He then turned to Lisa and smiled. Lisa responded the same way. I couldn't help really scrutinize him as his attention was on Lisa. He oozed virility... He was on the tall side and wore an all black outfit. I think he was trying to pass himself off as a vampire, but I felt he failed miserably. I was about to tell him that he was intruding on something private between me and Lisa, when Lisa turned to me; "I have to go home."
Impossible! I could still tell Lisa was horny for me! She was putty in my hands only seconds ago... Did she really have the will to resist my arousal spell? I was about to throw a "get lost" spell on this when he caught me with those damn eyes again. As I stared straight into them, Lisa walked away...but I no longer cared.
The started making small talk with me, and I felt compelled to respond. Strangely enough, I even found I was enjoying our conversation. As I talked, I felt a sexual tension thicken the air. I thought it was left over from Lisa...it wasn't.
I'm not sure how the topic landed on immortality, but it did. It has always been my stand that warlocks and witches should not be classified as immortal. I say this because we have to steal *age* in order to stay young. I've had my share of debates on this subject, and they often end up in heated arguments. This guy was no different, and his smug smile told me he wasn't taking me seriously. I was getting really pissed.
"Witches can die of age...just like humans. That in itself proves their mortality." I stated adamantly.
"Witches choose themselves whether to live or die. Only immortals have this choice." replied the man.
"No, you're wrong...witches need to steal their youth in order to survive. How can you be so ignorant and what makes you such an authority?"
The man's eyes lit up for a brief second and lost its smile; "Sounds to me like you've had this argument before... Maybe if you were less a bitch and more a witch, you'd be as attractive on the inside, as you are on the outside."
I was fuming! Who the hell did this guy think he was and how dare he call me a bitch! I was about to let him have it when he simply stared at me. Again, his eyes... Big, beautiful, dark, deep, and gorgeous... I wasn't aware of what he was doing until it was too late. I felt the tugging of my will and then a scary falling sensation. I realized then that I was totally hypnotized...and powerless to do anything about it. Oh, I tried to break eye contact. I simply couldn't. When I tried to say something. I couldn't. Not until he asked me a question; "What's your name, bitch...er...I mean witch. Your true age?"
"Serena Templer... I'm one hundred eighty-eight."
"You're very pretty for one this old...must be your *immortality* that keeps you looking so young. <he laughed> Wouldn't you say this is an accurate and true statement?"
"I...I...yes." I couldn't help it. He was mentally forcing me to admit I was wrong about my definition of immortality. I turned with shame.
"But then again...I could easily kill you. <I felt fear but stood still> Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Anthony Lexington...and I'm what you would consider a vampire. Not your every day, run of the mill, vampire. I'm an ancient vampire that has been undead for over one thousand years. Follow me, witch."
I found myself following the vampire as he led the way through a crowd and finally out the back door. When we were outside, we went another fifty feet until we were alone. We stopped next to a black limo parked on the side of the street. It was obviously his.
"Tell me my pretty little witch...Have you ever made it with a vampire before?"
"Yes...a vampiress by the name of Cassandra...we were lovers for a decade."
The vampire smiled at me. "The only Cassandra I'm aware of comes from a different clan, but I do know her... Were you always a witch or did Cassandra turn you into one?"
"I...I...I don't understand...how can she turn me into one? I've always been a lesbian...I think."
The vampire smiled again. "She could have changed your sexual preference as easy as drinking your blood. You witches are as helpless as humans sometimes. Have you ever been with a male before?"
"No...well, not really."
"Explain."
"I...I had sex when I was real young...with a boy. He got me drunk and took advantage of me."
The vampire chuckled at this; "So, why didn't your witchcraft to protect you?"
"I was too young..."
The vampire smiled. "I see...well, what did you do to him when you turned sixteen?"
"I cursed him to only feel sexual arousal through the act of masturbation."
"How interesting..."
I stood there like a statue as the vampire slowly approached me. When he stood inches from me, he brought his hands up to cup my chin. I'm not small, and usually I don't have to look that far up at someone, but with him, I had to look up. In fact, I felt very small...weak, too. When his hand cupped my chin, the contact shot a very intense feeling through me. Desire. Sexual desire. Something I've never felt before when it came to a man. Slowly he brought my mouth forward to meet his, and in that instant, I wanted him more than anyone else in my entire life. I was so filled with need. A *hot* need. I remember my huge heaving up and down with every breath. I remember feeling the wetness between my legs. Never in my life had I wanted to be with anyone more than I had with Cassandra. If the vampire wanted my neck, I would have begged for him to drink from me. As he kissed me, I kissed back harder and with more passion than ever before. I blush even now at the memory... Did I mention he left me a vivid recollection of our entire experience? My only thought at that moment was how desperately I wanted him. Not to make love...but to just outright fuck.
He broke away, leaving me gasping. My eyes pleaded for more. I had no control over my body's movements, otherwise I would have wanted to rape him! I just stood there...breathing real hard.
"Tell me Serena...what would you like more than anything right now?"
"I...I...want you to...fuck me."
"Strip for me...slowly."
The fact that we were outside didn't faze me. All I remember caring about was undressing. I looked down at my witch outfit, and felt it was all of a sudden, choking me. I would be much sexier without the costume on. Nothing else mattered but to get out of the costume, except that I had to do it slowly. This was hard. I forced myself to go slower than I would have preferred. I remembered smiling the whole time. I made the act of stripping a whole minute. Now, I stood before the vampire completely naked. Horny, and with my eyes begging him to fuck me.
"You still want to be fucked, Serena?"
"Yesssssss. Pleeaaaassssssseee"
"Go ahead and lean yourself over the hood of the limo...I'm going to give you a taste of what you've been missing all these years."
I went over to the hood and assumed his instructed position. With every step the vampire made towards me I felt myself getting hotter, and hotter. Waves and waves of arousal washed over me as he neared. I heard the zipper of his pants and would have giggled if permitted. Then the penetration... Never in my 200 years had I felt more pleasure than with his first thrust into my dripping hot cunt. I cried out in ecstasy as the vampire filled me and I cried in fear with each backward movement... Fearful that he may stop. I know I was loud, but I couldn't help it...he must have allowed me to proclaim my passion, because each scream came naturally. If someone was outside in a couple block radius, they would have heard me. By the time he was done, I had lost count of the orgasms and passed out.
I'm not sure how long I was out, but I woke up still leaned over the hood of the limo. I must have looked a sight with my legs spread eagled and my naked ass on display. I also remember how sated I felt. The magnitude of my predicament quickly sobered me up, but when I tried moving, I still found myself immobile. Then I heard the vampire tell me to turn around. I did. As I turned, I noted the soreness inside my pussy. He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. Was this a reminder of my first true fuck?
When I realized the vampire's zipper was back up, I felt a rush of disappointment. Apparently, he was done fucking me. It was about this time when I noticed two teenagers standing by the side. A and a girl, who didn't look much than fifteen or sixteen. My first thought was to cover my nudity, but my arms remained at my sides and my sexy costume remained on the ground by my feet.
"Serena. I must tell you. That was one of the finer fucks I've had in a very long time. You were not only *hot*, but *tight*."
I blushed at his comment, but also felt a little proud...I have no idea why?
"Now, let me introduce you to Jeremy and Connie. My chauffeur selected them. He found them while you were taking a nap. You've been sleeping in that position for more than an hour. I'll tell you this much, both Jeremy and Connie couldn't get over how erotic you looked in that position. Yes, even Connie, who never looked at another in that manner until she looked at you... There's another thing that the three of us did while you were taking your nap... We talked about the future. Your future, their future, and how you will all be one happy family."
I just stood there wondering. What was he up to? More sex? It was feint, but I felt it. Arousal.
"It seems these two are merely friends. The has always had a secret desire for the girl, but she has never felt anything other than a friendship for him. They're both virgins. Apparently, she has a boyfriend... She has thought about losing her virginity to her boyfriend, but hasn't yet allowed it."
I watched the Vampire walk over to the and girl, and stand directly in front of them. Both kids faced forward, apparently in a trance. The vampire continued; "I have plans for them...and you. First, though, let me make some adjustments in them." The vampire stood silent, alternating his gaze back and forth between them. It seemed like a long time, but it was probably less than a minute. I only did what I was allowed to do...watch.
"All set with the first phase. When they come out of their trance, they will have a real passion and love for one another...and of course, the girl's sexual desire will be stronger, but yet in a passive sort of way. This way Jeremy has the power to keep her in line. Now, for your part."
The vampire walked back over to me; "I could simply make you believe that you no longer want to live. As a result you would grow and die. Don't worry, I have no intention of proving you right in our previous debate." <he laughed> "So, what do I do? How about I make you my own personal sex slave? Based on your response a little while ago, you obviously enjoyed it. I'm sure you would look incredible crawling on your hands and knees to me. Begging me to make use of you...you'd want it so much, that pretty little of yours would be perpetually creaming."
I stood there, envisioning life as this vampire's sex slave and I could feel myself growing hotter. I knew he was putting the image there, but I responded anyway. My desire for this overwhelmed me, and my intellect took a back seat.
"Or I could provide you an opportunity to start over. Of course, the big advantage of starting over is grooming you to be much more compliant. Yes Serena, you'll be much more docile and passive...around everybody. The way you should have been the first time around. This way your big mouth won't take away from your beauty, like it did tonight."
I looked at him, not wanting to understand where he was going with this.
"You've also been much to focused on one type of sex. Well, not no more. This time around, you'll indulge in a variety. Of course, you'll have to wait a spell before enjoying it." <he laughed at his pun> "I will leave your memories alone...especially tonight's. I wouldn't want you forgetting our time together...every thrust of it."
If I could have looked alarmed, I would have. I watched the vampire walk over to the and lead him over to me. I still wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind and felt fear when I heard him tell the to strip. Within seconds, the was completely naked. He had an erection and I wondered if he was going to force the to have sex with me. I tried moving, but still wasn't able until he instructed me to take the boy's hand. I reached out my hand and did so. The kid must have been in "la la" land, because he didn't seem to notice that we were both completely naked...nor what he was doing.
"Alright Serena...take twelve years from him."
The command stunned me. There was no thought to my action. I just did it. I couldn't refuse, because my body was a puppet, and he held the strings. I performed the age transformation spell, and within seconds, the boy was no longer a boy. He was a man. In fact, a good looking man. He looked mid to late twenties and possessed, at the moment, a huge erection. I gasped at the sight, and felt arousal creep in between my legs. I wanted him! Then it *hit* me! If the was a man, that made me...
"Serena, you may look at yourself, but you cannot move your feet, nor talk above a whisper."
I quickly looked down at my body and cried. What I saw, shocked me! I was sixteen again! During every age regression I performed on myself, I never ever went below the age of 21. I was stunned. I now had some baby fat added in with my curves. My very beautiful adult body almost looked chubby at sixteen. Actually, I was being too critical. I looked a lot more like that actress Alicia Silverstone. Yes, I was still great looking, but with enough baby fat around the edges to make me more *cute* than *beautiful*. I felt heavier in my ass and hips, and for good reason. I wanted to look behind me to check my ass out, but felt too embarrassed. My breasts shrunk a little, but not a lot because of the growth spell I placed on them. I dropped maybe a cup or two. Now, I would probably be a 'D' cup. My face would obviously give proof to the fact that I was sixteen. Then another realization *hit* me. Good thing he didn't go back any further. If he had, I would have lost my witchcraft.
I looked back at the boy...er...man. Our age difference was reversed and I wanted him! I looked down at his erection and the sexual desire flooding my body made me feel weak in the knees. Only if I could move! I wanted to be fucked by that big pole sticking straight out at me!
The vampire then walked over to the girl, and whispered something in her ears. She too, proceeded to strip. My mind was racing. Why was he doing this? Maybe a two on one? She was a doll and with every article of clothing she took off, I found myself feeling more and more aroused. Despite her age...hell, we were physically the same age now. I wanted them both! If he allowed it, I would have cried out with joy!
"Alright Serena...what I've done is give you a taste of what you will look like in about twelve years. I've been kind enough to let you enjoy both sexes. Instead of a lesbian, I've made you bisexual. Now, take twelve years from Connie."
"NO!!! You can't do this to me!" I shouted in a whisper. Again, without willing the movement of my hand, I reached over and took a hold of Connie's hand. She, like the boy, had no idea what was happening. I performed the age transformation spell, and within seconds, the was no longer a girl, but a woman. God, what a beauty, too! She even rivaled my previous form! Her grew from a 'B' cup to a 'DD' cup, and she had delicious curves in all the right places! Her hair, which had been long to start with grew down to her very rounded and full buttocks, and WAIT! As much as I appreciated her very beautiful body and looks, I noticed I felt NO...arousal.
I felt absolutely nothing for this lady and the thought baffled me. Then I remembered why. The vampire must have let me appreciate the girl's transformation before letting me dwell on....I started crying. Really crying. I was a child. Actually more like a toddler. Four years if that. No breasts! No patch of er...nothing. Just a little toddler. "You...why!?! Why make me little girl?!?" My high pitched voice cried out. I still maintained my intellect, and it was all me, but my words would not only sound like the little I looked like, but would also come out of my mouth worded like a little girl.
"To teach you respect, little witch... Oh yeah...no more witchcraft. Not until you reach sixteen... Almost twelve years from now! Tell me Serena, what do you want right now?"
"I want my mommy." I replied while sobbing.
"Remember Serena...never engage in a debate with a vampire. Especially, one as as me."
The vampire walked before the naked couple, and stared at them for a few moments. Then he knelt down in front of me, and as I looked into his eyes...it became so clear. I could move again, and I ran over to the pretty lady and yelled; "mommy...mommy." and into her arms. The pretty lady hugged me tight and replied; "Yes my precious Serena...what is it dear?."
"Can we go home...I sleepy...pleeeaassee." I replied.
PRESENT...
Now, I'm fifteen...and three months. Nine more months till sixteen, but more importantly, I'll be a full fledged witch again!
I remember a lot more about my childhood this time. Probably because I'm me just trapped in this child's body. The vampire made Jeremy and Connie my parents. They love each other...and as far as they're concerned, I'm their first child.
My and Dad are constantly making love. I hear them a lot. My is very loud. They've been at it ever since that special Halloween night. Incidentally, I have six younger sisters and another one on the way. No brothers. I remember the vampire telling them to have ten children, so my Mom has two more pregnancies to go...unless she has twins.
The vampire also did a few things to me. I have a passive personality. It's like I have this burning desire to please everyone and I feel weak during confrontations. I've never been in an argument. Some of the in school have picked up on my passiveness, and I even allowed a I went to the with, feel my tits. I couldn't believe how horny I got. Not because he attracted me so much, but because I felt so damn helpless while he was doing it. I'm hoping I turn sixteen before the start really taking advantage of me.
This leads me to tell you about Jason and Jessica. They're twins at my school, and they also turned fifteen last summer. They look than they are...and I'm almost tempted to believe a witch or warlock got a hold of them. I'm constantly thinking of them. Jason is really cute and Jessica is very pretty. They're going to be at the Halloween Party I'm going to...I can't wait!
Like I said, childhood was a lot different this time around. Much easier. Modern technology is a little like magic...it makes life easier. I also play soccer and that keeps me busy. I'm pretty good at it and play the striker position. The coach calls me her secret weapon...I think she has tendencies, because I catch her stealing glances at me. She's attractive, and I have a feeling if she tried to seduce me, there would be very little resistance on my part. I just hope I'm sixteen before she tries.
My have been getting bigger lately. Maybe I'm not ready for a 'C' cup, but it should be soon. Of course, when I'm sixteen, I can simply make my as big and shapely as I want them to be. Jessica's are already big. I stole a glance at her bra size in the girl's locker room. She's a 32"D". It's hard for me not to look at her when we take showers.
Lately, I've been masturbating while fantasizing about the two of them doing me at the same time. God! They make me so horny. I'm really looking forward to getting my powers back. Right now, I'm only a casual friend of Jessica's, and Jason doesn't really give me the time of day...but that'll change. Love spells are the easiest type of spell...nine more months.
Hang on...
My is calling me... Sabrina is on. Don't you think Melissa Joan Hart is the bomb... Yes, I have a crush on her. Every time I watch the show, I think of how kewl it is being the real life version of the Teenage Witch... Maybe when I regain my witchcraft, I'll go visit Melissa. Oh... I haven't seen Michael Lexington since that night... You remember...the Vampire. Maybe one day I'll meet him again. God I hope so... Talk to you later...kay.
The End...for now.
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