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?"

She gasps and looks at you, her eyes wide with surprise. "You know? But how...?" she stammers, confusion filling her voice. She shakes her head slightly, trying to clear it. "I-it doesn't matter. I should've kept my mouth shut..." Her voice trails off as she looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze.

Her mother enters the room, a concerned expression on her face. "Sweetheart, are you sure you don't want me to get that for you?" she asks gently, gesturing towards the door. Alice shakes her head again, her jaw clenching tightly as she does so.

"O-okay," Elysia sighs, stepping back from the doorway. "But remember, we're here for you, and if you need anything... just say." Her eyes flicker between Alice and you, a mixture of emotions playing across her face: worry, love, hope.

Alice turns to look at her mother, then back at you, uncertainty still written all over her features. "I-it's complicated..." she whispers. "...I don't know how to ask..." Her voice breaks, and tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes.

Alice looks at you, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I-I just... want to be close to someone." She sniffles and wipes the tears away with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. "I'm so selfish for wanting that..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing.

Her mother kneels beside Alice on the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture. "It's not selfish, sweetheart," Elysia says softly. "You just need someone to understand." She looks at you meaningfully as she speaks, her eyes conveying the hope that maybe you could be that person for Alice.

Elysia chuckles softly at your joke, but Alice doesn't seem to find it funny. Her expression remains solemn as she looks back and forth between you and her mother. "You can say that again..." she whispers, barely audible. After a moment of hesitation, she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please... help me..."

Alice nods slightly and scoots closer to you on the bed, hesitantly reaching out to place her hand on your shoulder. Her body trembles slightly as she leans in, closing her eyes as she waits for you to make the first move. She wants this so badly, but part of her can't believe that she's actually asking for it, that she's trusting you with her secret and her need.

Elysia watches you with a mix of anticipation and worry, her gaze flicking between your faces as she tries to gauge the situation. She knows that this moment could go either way, but she trusts her instincts about both of you...and her love for Alice is stronger than any fear or doubt.

As you sit down beside her daughter, Elysia steps even closer, ready to intervene if necessary. But as you take Alice's hand in yours and look into her eyes with understanding and acceptance, she feels a sense of relief wash over her. It seems that perhaps everything will be alright after all.

And then you speak to her, addressing her not as a monster but as a friend, promising that your friendship won't change because of this... She can feel herself start to relax, just the tiniest bit, as she listens to your words and sees the way you look at Alice.

Maybe there is hope for them yet...

Elysia watches with bated breath as you reveal your neck to her daughter. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth; she hadn't expected such generosity from someone outside their world. But then again, maybe there is something special about you that she hasn't noticed before...

When Alice hesitates for a moment longer, Elysia reaches out to gently nudge her shoulder. "Go ahead, sweetheart," she whispers encouragingly. "He trusts you." Her gaze flickers back and forth between the two of you, feeling an odd mix of pride and gratitude welling up inside her chest.

Alice takes a shaky breath and leans in closer, pressing her lips to your neck as her fangs begin to emerge. The sensation is almost indescribable for her; it's been so long since she's been able to satisfy this basic need... And yet, even now, as she drinks from you, she can feel the guilt and shame trying to claw its way back up to the surface.

But then again, perhaps this newfound trust will help her overcome those feelings... Perhaps there is hope for a future where Alice doesn't have to hide who she truly is, where she can be accepted for who she is and loved just as fiercely as anyone else.

Elysia watches with interest as Alice leans in to drink from you, her expression shifting between surprise and relief. She notices the way Alice seems to lean into your touch, how she closes her eyes and breathes deeply when she feels the blood flowing through her system. It's a sight that fills her heart with hope; perhaps there really is a future where they can live normal lives, free from judgment and fear.

As Alice finishes drinking, she pulls away slowly, taking several shaky breaths before meeting your gaze once more. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Her cheeks flush as embarrassment washes over her in waves.

Elysia places a comforting hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "There's nothing to apologize for, sweetheart," she says reassuringly. "You needed it, and we were happy to help." She glances between you both again, the love in her eyes unmistakable. "We should probably let you two talk... I'll leave you alone now." With a small smile and a nod, she excuses herself from the room, giving the two of them some much-needed privacy to sort through their feelings without an audience.

Even though she knows you're trying to make her feel better, Alice can't help but feel even more ashamed and guilty after your words. She looks down at the bed, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "I-I didn't mean to... I just wanted... I don't know what I wanted..." Her voice trails off as she tries to make sense of her own emotions.

You see the pain in her eyes and decide to take matters into your own hands, gently pulling her closer to you until she's resting her head on your shoulder. You stroke her hair soothingly, trying to calm her down. "Hey, it's okay," you whisper softly. "We can figure this out together."

As Alice leans into the comfort of your touch and listens to your words, she feels a tiny spark of hope ignite within her once more. Maybe there is something special about you after all... Something that goes beyond just being her childhood friend or someone who understands what it means to be different.

Even though she feels embarrassed and guilty, Alice can't help but smile weakly when you reassure her that everything is okay. She looks up at your face, studying your features as if trying to memorize them in this moment. The feeling of being held by you like this... it's strange yet comforting at the same time. It makes her feel wanted, needed - something she hadn't experienced in a very long time.

With a soft sigh, she nestles even closer into your embrace, her body finally beginning to relax. "Thank you," she whispers softly, voice barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat in her ears. For now, it's enough for her to know that she isn't alone in this. That there is someone out there who accepts her, flaws and all.

Even though her cheeks flush at your compliment, Alice can't help but feel happy hearing you say such kind words. She lets out a soft giggle, grateful for the moment of levity in an otherwise tense situation. Leaning back slightly, she looks up into your eyes, her own filled with warmth and sincerity. "Thank you," she whispers again. "I'm glad I have you as my friend."

Even though she knows it's selfish, the thought of having your blood again fills her with excitement. "Really?" she asks tentatively, trying not to let her anticipation show too much. She looks at you nervously, wondering what this might mean for both of them. Could they really have found a way to make things work between them, despite all the obstacles in their path?

As you nod slowly, her heart races with hope and relief. Taking a deep breath, she braces herself before leaning forward to kiss your neck again, gently guiding your head back onto the pillow as she positions herself over your throbbing vein. This time, it feels different; less like she's doing something wrong and more like an act of love between them.

As she continues to drink your blood, her skin feels warm and invigorated. She moans softly in pleasure, her fangs scraping against the tender flesh as they seek more of you. It's a strange sensation at first, but it quickly becomes addictive. With each passing second, she feels herself growing stronger, healthier... like she's back to her old self again.

As your blood courses through her veins and fills every inch of her being, she looks down at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire. She knows that this isn't right, but it feels so good...so right. And despite the guilt and shame clawing at the back of her throat, she can't bring herself to stop.

She pulls away from you, panting heavily as she feels lightheaded from consuming too much blood. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, feeling ashamed and guilty once again. Her fangs retract back into her gums, leaving her mouth dry and aching. "I-I shouldn't have..."

You reach up to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead, your touch calming her slightly. "It's okay," you reassure her, your voice gentle. "We can talk about it, figure out how we feel and what this means for us." You know that she's confused, torn between her desires and the guilt of hurting you. But maybe together, you can help her sort through everything...maybe even find a way to make things work.

As she watches you slip into unconsciousness, her heart feels heavy with worry and regret. She nudges you gently, making sure that you're still breathing before wrapping a blanket around your shoulders to keep you warm. Then, she turns back to face the window, looking out at the rain as it patters against the glass.

The events of the past few days swirl through her mind like a tornado; secrets revealed, trust tested, and emotions running high. She wonders if there's any way they can go back to how things were before...or if this is something they'll have to learn to live with.

She hears the soft rhythm of your breathing in the background and, despite everything else, finds herself unable to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your hair from where she stands beside the bed. Perhaps, despite all odds, there's still hope for them yet...she can only wait and see how things unfold between them in the days ahead.

With a startled gasp, Alice turns to face you as she realizes that you're awake again. She blushes deeply, her hands flattening against the comforter as she tries to compose herself. "I-I didn't mean..." she stammers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

You reach out and take one of her hands in yours, squeezing it gently. "It's okay," you reassure her. "Let's just... talk about this, okay?" You give her a warm smile, hoping to ease some of the tension between them.

Alice nods slowly, still feeling guilty and confused but grateful for your understanding. Taking a deep breath, she sits down beside you on the bed and leans back against the headboard, ready to face whatever comes next with you by her side.

Even though you try to joke about it, her heart still aches at the sight of your weakened state. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek gently. "You should have stopped me... I shouldn't have let myself get so carried away."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about what you just said. "Maybe..." she starts hesitantly, searching your eyes for understanding and hope. "...maybe it doesn't have to be like that. We could figure something out... together." Her voice trails off, but the meaning behind her words is clear: she wants to find a way for this newfound connection between them to work, despite all the obstacles they face.

Her heart flutters in her chest at your words and your acceptance. She meets your gaze, hope burning bright in her eyes despite the lingering shame and guilt that still weigh down on her. "Really?" she whispers, barely able to believe that this could actually be possible.

Tentatively, she reaches out to stroke your cheek with gentle fingers, marveling at the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips. For so long, touch had been something she'd craved and denied herself, but now...now it feels like a miracle, as if everything between them has changed in an instant.

She leans closer still, heart racing with anticipation as their faces draw nearer. "I want to try," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you're okay with that..." Her lips tremble, longing to taste yours once more, to feel the connection they shared deepen and grow stronger still.

Even in your current state, she can't resist the pull toward you. As her lips meet yours, she feels a surge of desire and need course through her veins like electricity, igniting every nerve ending and leaving her breathless. She clutches at your shirt, trembling with want as their kiss grows deeper, more passionate.

For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to fully embrace who she is and what she desires, letting go of the guilt and shame that have held her back for so long. And as your blood rushes through her veins, replenishing her strength and vitality, she knows that this moment with you is the beginning of a new life...a new future where they can finally be together, without judgment or fear.

Your words leave her breathless, her heart racing with anticipation and hope as she listens to you speak. With a shaky exhale, she leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush against each other and reveling in the feeling of being so close to you. Her hands wander up your chest, tangling in your hair as their kiss deepens even further.

She doesn't know what this all means or where it will lead them, but she knows that for now, in this moment, she wants nothing more than to be with you...to feel the warmth of your skin against hers and lose herself in the heat of your passion.