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Darkness was all Winifred Pale had known for the last... well, she couldn't remember how long. The last thing she remembered was entering Underborough High School, pushing what looked like white streamers out of her way. Before she could ask herself "Is it homecoming already?" a scuttling sound came from behind, and she was whisked off her feet. Long, hairy legs turned her round and round as she felt her legs being wrapped together. Then her arms were bound firmly to her sides. Webbig was already over her mouth before she could scream. Two pairs of eyes gave a dual wink before the webbing concealed her own, shutting out the light.
She was hanging, that much was for certain. But where and for how long, she couldn't say. Time and space were meaningless. Sometimes, she wondered if she was awake or asleep. Sometimes, she would feel something pull on her bonds. They were getting tighter, not like there was room to move in them to begin with. Once she even felt a sharp prick penetrating her new home. Fangs!
She panicked, wided-eyed but still in complete blackness. I'm going to be sucked dry! Me!
It was not how anyone would choose to go, least of all a vampire. But instead, something shot into her neck. It burned her entire body, making her wriggle furiously. "It's going to be okay," a voice called out, barely audible over her pounding head. "You're going to be perfect, all of you."
From that point she knew when she was awake because that was when the spinning would start. Not just her head, either. It felt as though all of her insides were swirling around as well. And still the webbing grew tighter, to the point where she was certain she wolud be crushed if it constricted any more. And yet it did, and she wasn't. Things continued in this manner until they might as well have always been that way. This was her whole world now.
And then everything stopped.
Then more pulling. But this time the bonds were getting looser. There was a tear, and daggers of light shot through the gossamer boundaries of Winifred's universe. She squinted her four glassy, black eyes. "Good morning," four more eyes said to her. "Just breathe."
Winifred did not need to be told this. She wanted nothing more than to take deep breaths of air unfiltered by layers of sticky silk. Well, take deep breaths and feed,
that is. She looked around the room. Thick strands of webbing criss-crossed everywhere, blocking out whatever structure they were hung from. Snugly wrapped figures lined the walls, each one casting a strangely familiar outline. One had a pair of horns. Another had an unmistakeably large hairdo, but she seemed shorter than the horned one. That wasn't right, was it? Growths around Winifred's mouth reached towards the figures on their own accord.
"Those are not for feeding," the voice said. It sounded like Angela. Maybe it was from being in the darkness and silence for so long, but there was something soothing about her voice. Angela worked at Winifred's bonds with slender fingers, propping her up with long, hairy forelegs. "Those will be your sisters." A handful of web snapped, and Winifred was finally able to stretch four of her pointy legs. She peered down at her round body, eagerly waiting for the next four to be freed.
"We've been friends for a long time, little one," Angela said, carefully undoing the wraps. "Now we can be family."