Still cloaked in the concealing embrace of magical darkness, Tori and Erzulie crept into the room beyond the door. They found what seemed to be that castle's great hall. In the center of the vast room were ten naked women standing in front of a kneeling woman, who was equally nude. They were all beautiful and pale as snow. Vampires. Several armed ghouls lurked in the corners of the hall. The kneeling girl was vomiting blood, a sign that she was completing her transformation into a vampire. As Tori crept closer, she could see that the kneeling girl was Bodhmall/Megan Swanson. Drusilla stood before Megan, looming over her.
"Now thou art one of us Bodhmall," Drusilla smirked. "Thy first task is to worship my body." She gestured to her cunt. "Caress thee my womanhood with thy tongue."
Bodhmall nodded helplessly as her vampiric transformation finished and began to kiss and lick Drusilla's clitoris. Drusilla moaned in ecstasy. "Y-yes... j-just like that, sl-slave!"
Tori couldn't stand it anymore. She snuck closer, took out her blessed stake, and ran one of the vampiresses through with it, coating the floor with spilling azure venom. The sudden action dispelled the darkness spell, and then the room descended into chaos as Clan nic Ṛnaighach scrambled to kill the intruders. Tori desperately thrust her stake at encroaching vampires while Erzulie fired rounds of silver bullets at the gun-toting ghouls.
As Tori dodged a lunging ghoul, she was surprised to see a readheaded vampire tearing off another vampire's head before lighting the body on fire with a wall torch. "The fuck?!" Tori rasped. "Your killing your own clan?!"
"Ah'm oan yer side!" the redhead shouted. "Mah name's Fiona MacGorrie. Who urr ye? Did mah faither send ye? He's Gamish MacGorrie, th' toun dustman."
"Yeah, we met your dad," Tori grunted as she drove her stake through another vampire's heart. "I'm Tori Vordenburg, and I kill things that go bump in the night for a living! That's my girlfriend Erzulie over there. No more talking until we're safe!"
While Tori was talking to Fiona, Erzulie dipped her fingers into a puddle of Drusilla's sexual fluids and smeared them onto one of her little moppets. Erzulie then struck a match.
Drusilla grabbed Tori from behind. "Well, well, well! An intruder. Going by your face, I'd say you're one of those singularly irritating Vordenburgs. I hope you'll enjoy being inducted into my clan and bound to my will." She bore her fangs, preparing to sink them into Tori's neck.
Erzulie held the match to the voodoo doll, setting it ablaze.
Moments before her fangs could puncture Tori's skin, Drusilla burst into flames. She dashed about the room as the inferno consumed her, trying in vain to douse the flames that licked at her roasting skin. Soon, the great Drusilla von Wisborg as nothing more than a small pile of smoking ash.
Only four living beings remained in the room: Tori, Erzulie, Fiona, and Bodhmall. "Thanks, Erzulie," said Tori. "I thoughted the ice-cold bitch really had me there."
"Always pays to keep some spare moppets on your person," Erzulie grinned. "All you need is a bit of the target, and the leech was squirting plenty of herself all over the floor."
"Thanks again," Tori said. She leaned in to kiss her girlfriend and partner, "You're fucking amazing, you know that?" She turned to the two non-hostile vampires. "Well, the battle's over, ladies. Now we can talk."