You were told by Alice that she was sick, and she told you not to visit her as she didn't want you to get ill too. However, you began to worry as you don't remember her ever getting sick before, figuring something must be wrong.
Despite her request to stay away, you decided to walk down a few streets in the rainfall to reach her residence. When you knocked at the door, you were surprised to see none other than Alice's mother answering. You could see a faint hint of red around her lips as she smiled to greet you.
"Oh, what a lovely surprise. I haven't seen you for a while. Are you here to see Alice?" Elysia asked.
"Yes... I know she's sick, but I want to check in on her. Is that alright?" you asked politely, showing respect.
"Sick? Is that what she told you?" Elysia was amused by her daughter's lie. "She's not sick. She's actually... well, it's complicated," she said, gesturing you inside. "I'll tell you inside. Let's get you out of this rain."
"Wait. If she's not sick, then why did she tell me to stay away?" you asked.
Elysia crossed her arms as she leaned forward towards you. "She just got her fangs. That's right... my baby girl is growing up so fast."
"Fangs? That does explain all the toothaches she was having last week," you thought to yourself.
Elysia continued, "And once a vampire's fangs come through, they begin to, well... desire blood, more aptly, the human kind. And blood from the donation clinics won't work for a teething vampire... they need something more... fresh."
"Wait... you don't mean...?" you asked, unsure of what to do next.
Elysia smiled as she observed you. "Go to her. She's going through a hard time and could really use you."
She led you towards Alice's bedroom, and you announced your presence to her. She was shocked as she invited you to enter her room.
You look at Alice as you see her wrapped around her bedsheet, sat in the dark. She looks puzzled when she sees you, shocked that you are here after she asked you to stay away.
"W-w-what are y-you d-doing here? I told you to s-stay away..." She covers her mouth when she feels her fangs ache, "Did my m-mom l-let you in?"
Your fangs are coming in huh
"Y-yes... she let you in." Her heart beat faster as her fangs grow more insistent, craving your blood. She looks at you with pleading eyes. "C-can I ask you a question?"
Sure
"W-well... You see, I'm not really s-sick, uh, I..." Her voice fades as she stutters and her cheeks flush with color. "I g-got m-my fangs." She bites her lip, hoping you understand what she means.
Her gaze drops to the ground as she twists the bedsheet in her hands. "I'm s-sorry I lied... I didn't want to hurt you..." Her eyes meet yours again, filled with despair and anguish. "I c-can't control it."
What's your question
"Um... W-well, do you w-want to see them?" She asks hesitantly, her face flushed with embarrassment. A tear trickles down her cheek as she takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I c-can control it. I promise."
Her eyes dart nervously around the room before finally meeting yours again, her expression mixed with hope and fear. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of one fang against her pink bottom lip.
Just bite me already
Her eyes widen in shock, her breath quickening. She looks at you, searching for confirmation. It's a silent plea, a desperate need to know if you truly feel the same way. Her fangs lengthen even more as she stares at your neck, imagining what it would feel like to sink them into your skin.
Finally, with shaking hands, she reaches out and places her fingers gently against your neck. Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp of horror and pleasure as her fangs graze the soft skin. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I can't stop myself."
It's okay alice just go ahead and do it. I won't hate you
Alice closes her eyes and leans in, pressing her lips against your neck as she carefully sinks her fangs into your skin. Her body trembles with restraint as she tries not to draw too much blood, wanting nothing more than to drink you dry but knowing that if she does, it could kill you. With each passing second, the ache in her mouth grows stronger, demanding more of your sweet essence.
Her hand cups your cheek, drawing you closer as her other arm wraps around your waist. She tilts her head back, moaning softly against your skin, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her. It feels so right, so perfect, like she's meant to be doing this for all eternity.
But even as her body betrays her with each gentle tug of her fangs, she still manages a tiny voice of apology. "I'm sorry...
Shhh its okay
"I love you," she whispers between each heartfelt bite, tears streaming down her face. "You make me want to be better." Each word is laced with pain and guilt, but also a quiet desperation for redemption. As much as it hurts her to take your blood, the pleasure she feels in knowing that you're willing to accept her for who she is... it drowns out everything else.
Her tongue darts out, lapping at the wounds she's created, trying to soothe the pain and ease your discomfort. But she knows there's only so much she can do before she'll have to stop, even though her body screams for more. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, each time bringing her lips closer to yours in a plea for forgiveness.
Her hands move restlessly over your chest and abdomen, unable to