Part 2

At sundown, Rebecca, Hamlin, Marv, Jack, and Heather regrouped outside the servant's bedroom in the basement containing Vicky and Serge's coffin. Rebecca was prepared for them to react badly to being woken up, and so insisted on everyone putting on heavy plate armour.

"Is this really necessary Boss?" Marv complained.

"Marvin, I killed my first adventuring party while I was in my 30s when they woke me up from a deep sleep. I was ankle deep in gore before I realized what happened." Rebecca answered, holding up a shield. "Waking up a hibernating vampire is dangerous."

"Give me another shield." Marv said, grabbing a 2nd one from Hamlin.

Hamlin took point and proceeded by slowly opening the door. The coffin lid was still closed, so he gestured for the rest of the party to join him inside the room. Rebecca had vines slowly making their way up to the coffin, growing slowly so as to not make a single sound. Marv and Jack were preparing to pull the lid open and Hamlin was ready to take the full brunt of any attack before they could be restrained, as Rebecca reasoned due to him being an actual immortal nothing they could do to him would be permanent, a sentiment Hamlin agreed with.

Right as Marv was about to undo the latch, the coffin suddenly popped out and Vicky sat up, and blinked twice while glancing at Hamlin.

"Oh, hello Hamlin." She said, bleary eyed. "Is the boss here?"

Rebecca sighed. Of course she would just wake up on her own. "It's good to see you again, Victoria."

"Boss you got anything for me to eat?" Vicky asked with a yawn. "I'm famished."

"Yes, they're in the corner." Rebecca said, gesturing at a tied up spy, whose screams could be barely heard through his gag. "Remember, no evidence, just like I taught you. Come upstairs to the smoking room when you and Serge are done."

After the rest of them left, Vicky shook Serge awake, who moaned in response.

"Wake up idiot, the boss left us some food." Vicky said, pulling him upright. "He looks delicious."

At the mention of fresh food, Serge bolted upright, and took a look at the spy in the corner.

"He looks a bit scrawny, dear." Serge said, yawning. "I suppose he'll have to do."

Vicky and Serge slowly got out of the coffin, and stretched, while Vicky undressed.

"What are you doing?" Serge asked, as she removed even her underwear.

"This is my best clothing, I don't want blood stains all over it. You too, come on."

"I'm keeping my clothes on, harlot." Serge replied defensively.

"Oh fine, but don't blame me if you get them all stained. Let's get acquainted with our dinner." Vicky said, flicking her hair as she walked over and pulled the gag off the man.

"Please! I'll do anything for you! Just don't kill me!" The man pleaded, begging for his life.

"Anything?" Vicky purred, pressing up against him and sniffing his neck. She couldn't resist and licked his glistening skin, causing her to shiver in anticipation.

"Yes! Anything!"

"Then die." She replied, and bit into his neck, tearing out his throat. She raked his clothing off with her sharpened fingernails, and began gorging on his blood. Serge approached after the fountain of blood died down and joined her, his hungry fangs joining hers in tearing at the man's flesh to get at all the blood.