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?"

"Nothing... I-I mean, everything is f-fine. It's just that my f-fangs grew and they hurt s-so b-bad." She bites her lips to keep herself from saying anything else as she looks away. "Please d-don't make me ask..."

Her voice cracks slightly as she pleads with you, wanting nothing more than for this to be over quickly but unable to bring herself to take that step. She is torn between the pain of her fangs and the fear of hurting someone she cares about.

She shakes her head vigorously, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "I-I didn't want t-to hurt you..." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next. "P-please... just... can I... have... some of your b-blood?" Her voice cracks on the last word as she finally says what she's been needing to say, afraid and hopeful all at once.

Her red eyes shine in the dim light of her bedroom, begging you for understanding and relief from the agony coursing through her body.

"Y-yes... it's part of growing up..." She says softly, biting her lower lip as she fights to hold back sobs. "But I d-don't want t-to hurt you." Her voice cracks as she struggles with the conflict between her instincts and her love for you.

She looks up at you through tear-filled eyes, pleading silently for understanding. Despite everything, she still can't accept that this is who she truly is; a vampire who needs blood to survive, just like any other creature in the world.

As you approach and offer your neck to her, she feels her entire body tremble with relief. Her fangs ache less and less as she gets closer, the scent of your blood overpowering any other sensation in her mind. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she hesitates for one final moment, unable to believe that you're really giving yourself to her.

With trembling hands, she cups your jaw and raises herself up just enough to meet your eyes. "T-thank you..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. And then, finally, she lets out a soft moan as she sinks her fangs into your neck, drawing forth the sweet, warm liquid that sustains her life.

Her mouth works rhythmically against your skin, drinking greedily while trying not to cause too much pain or draw attention from outside. Her eyes slowly slide closed as she concentrates on nothing but the taste of your blood flowing through her veins, relieving the ache and making everything else fade away into blissful oblivion.

You taste so good, sweet and warm flowing down her throat, washing away the pain of her fangs. She can't help but moan softly as she takes more and more of your blood, feeling it coursing through her veins and restoring her strength. The need to drink begins to subside, leaving her feeling both satisfied and guilty at the same time. Her eyes snap open as reality rushes back in, and she realizes what she's doing; draining you of your life force.

She gasps, pulling away from your neck with a startled gasp as if she'd been burned. Blood trickles down her chin, staining the collar of her shirt crimson. "I-I'm sorry..." She whispers hoarsely, feeling ashamed and horrible for what she just did. Her hands tremble as they hover uselessly in front of her face, wanting to wipe away the evidence but unable to bring herself to do so.

She jumps off the bed and hurriedly moves towards you, steadying you as you sway unsteadily on your feet. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, are you alright?" She asks frantically, her concern for you overriding any selfish thoughts at the moment. Her red eyes flicker nervously as she waits for a response, afraid that she may have gone too far and hurt you permanently.

"I-I'm fine... I just need to sit down..." You manage to say between shallow breaths before collapsing onto her bed in exhaustion. Your blood loss has taken its toll on your body, leaving you weak and drained. Alice watches nervously as you lie there, uncertain of what to do next but knowing that she can't just leave you like this.

Alice glances at the door as her mother knocks, then back at you worriedly before finally nodding to Elysia. "Uh...yes... come in..." She answers softly, watching as her mom slowly enters the room, a knowing look on her face.

She flushes crimson, unable to meet your eyes as her mother speaks. "M-mom, please..." she whispers, ashamed and embarrassed by the entire situation. Elysia chuckles softly, coming over to sit on the bed beside you, her fingers gently caressing your forehead.

"There's no need to apologize, dear. It's perfectly natural for vampires to need blood," she tells you with a knowing smile. Alice winces at her mother's choice of words, hating that they reveal just how much Elysia knows about what she is and what she's done. But despite everything, there's an undercurrent of relief running through her as well; relief that someone else understands and accepts who she truly is.

She nods gratefully, still unable to look you in the eye as she hears Elysia's words. "Thank you... mom..." Her voice is soft and raspy, almost disappearing into silence altogether. As her mother begins to search for red vine in the nearby drawers, Alice tries to compose herself, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart and steady her trembling hands.

She glances at your neck where she bit you earlier, unable to forget the feel of your blood on her tongue and the warmth it brought back into her body. The guilt is still there, nagging at the edges of her mind, but for now, she tries to focus on helping you recover.

She glances at you, her face flushing again as she tries to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth. "You know... I've never heard anyone ask that after being bitten by a vampire..." Her voice is quiet and soft, almost teasing in its tone.

"I suppose it just goes to show how brave you are," she continues, looking back down at your neck before meeting your eyes once more. There's an undeniable warmth in her gaze that makes your heart skip a beat. "Or maybe... stupid." She bites her lower lip, trying not to laugh as the teasing words tumble out of her mouth despite herself.

"Hmm..." she muses, still managing to look thoughtful despite the teasing glint in her eyes. "I suppose that's true. But even brave and stupid people can make good decisions every now and then," she says with a small smile before adding more seriously, "Like letting me bite you tonight." There's an undercurrent of emotion running through her words, making it clear just how grateful she is for your trust and understanding.

Elysia returns at that moment, holding up a bottle of red vine. "I found one!" She grins cheerfully as she hands it over to you. "Now just chew on these a few times until the blood clotting speed improves," she instructs before glancing meaningfully at Alice. "And then I'll need some more of your 'help', won't I, dear?"

Alice flushes redder still, unable to meet either of your eyes as her mother's words sink in. She nods silently, knowing that there is no escape from the cycle they are stuck in; a cycle that revolves around blood and the needs of their vampiric nature. But for now, at least she has been able to take some comfort in sharing this secret with someone who loves her unconditionally.

Elysia waves off your thanks with a dismissive smile, then glances at Alice and winks before returning to her previous activity of checking up on you. Alice looks away again, studying the pattern in the carpet as she sits beside you on the bed. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before finally speaking.

"I'm sorry about... everything that happened tonight," she says softly, still not meeting your eyes. "It shouldn't have gone this far." Her voice cracks slightly at the end as she struggles to keep her emotions in check. "And I promise, next time we'll find another way for me... to..."

Her voice trails off, unable to bring herself to say the words 'get my blood'. She sinks deeper into the bed, hiding her face in her hands as she feels a fresh wave of shame and self-loathing wash over her.

She raises her head slightly, looking at you with teary eyes. "Did I taste good?" She repeats your question, hesitant but needing to know. Her voice is soft and shaky as she awaits your answer.

"You tasted amazing," you reply, trying to reassure her. "And I'm not stupid for trusting you."

She blushes deeply at your touch and the sweet words you speak, unable to hide her smile. As you kiss her cheek, she tilts her head slightly, revealing the smooth skin of her neck invitingly. Her heart races with anticipation as she feels your breath against her skin, wondering if you might give in and taste her once more.

"A-are you sure?" She whispers, her voice trembling with uncertainty but desire. "You d-don't have to." Her fingers nervously brush over the collar of her shirt, exposing just a fraction more of her skin. Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign that she may be pushing you too far, needing your approval as much as she needs the blood.

Her eyes widen as you mention feeling drunk, the teasing comment catching her off guard. She giggles softly, a sound that's foreign and delightful coming from her throat. "Oh, really? A human might be able to get drunk on these things..." she muses, studying your expression.

Without further hesitation, she tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck as she invites you closer. Her breath hitches when you finally brush your lips against her skin, feeling a wave of heat rush through her body at the contact. "Then why don't we get you to bed and make sure you sleep it off properly?" she suggests teasingly, her voice now laced with desire.

She looks up at you, her eyes glistening in the dim light as she takes in your expression. "Of course," she whispers, breathy and eager. With a gentle push, she presses herself closer to you, her body warm and welcoming against yours. Her fangs retreat deeper into her mouth as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure, anticipation running through her like electricity as she feels the proximity to your heartbeat.

Her fingers trail up your arm, over your shoulder, and finally settle on the nape of your neck before tangling themselves in your hair. She pulls you down towards her, drawing you closer still until there's nothing between your lips except for hers and the intoxicating taste of each other.

Her eyes slide closed as she feels the soft fabric of your shirt brush against her sensitive skin, revealing defined muscles and smooth skin underneath. Her breath catches in her throat, making her moan softly as desire overtakes her entirely. She reaches up to run her fingers over the ridges of your abdomen, marveling at the strength and vitality that courses through you.

With a need she can no longer ignore, she pulls you even closer, pressing their bodies together from breast to hip. Her heart races as she feels your erection against her thigh, and with a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back, offering herself to you entirely. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely, barely recognizing the sound of her own voice through the haze of desire that clouds her mind.

Her breath catches in her throat as your hands brush against her bare skin, pushing up the fabric of her shirt and bra to reveal her achingly sensitive breasts. Her nipples harden instantly at the contact, peaking into tight buds that strain towards your touch. She moans softly, arching further back, needy and hungry for more.

As you finally free her breasts from their confines, she lets out a shuddering sigh of relief, rolling her shoulders to try and ease the tension building within her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tight as her body trembles with anticipation. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need. "I want you so much."

Her lips part eagerly, allowing your tongue to slide easily into her mouth as you deepen the kiss. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still as she moans against your lips, unable to contain the desperate sound of need that escapes from her throat. Her body arches instinctively towards yours, pressing their bare skin together in search of relief from the ache building between her legs.

With every brush of your tongue against hers, every caress of your hands over her body, she feels herself losing control, giving into the primal desire that burns within her. The world fades away until there is only this moment and you, her heartbeat synchronizing with yours as they race together towards a climax neither of them can hold back any longer.

Her lips part to gasp, eyes fluttering closed as she feels your words vibrate against her skin. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, body arching instinctively towards yours in search of the connection she craves. She moans softly, fingernails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to reality as the pleasure threatens to consume her entirely.

"I need you..." she whispers hoarsely, head spinning with desire and lust. "Please... love me..." Her hips rock against yours, seeking friction where there is none, aching for release from the tension building within her. The world feels as if it's spinning around them, blurring together into a haze of sensation as they lose themselves in each other, giving in to the overwhelming need that has brought them here.

Her eyes fly open as you reveal yourself to her, taking in the sight of your hard length. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she feels a wave of desire and lust wash over her, making her hips move instinctively against yours in search of relief from the aching need between her legs.

"Oh god... yes..." She whispers hoarsely, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before finally pulling it free, revealing her firm breasts to your gaze. Her nipples are hard and peaked, sensitive to even the slightest touch as they beg for your attention. With shaking hands, she reaches down to guide your cock towards her entrance, needing you inside of her, feeling you stretch and fill her up.

As you finally press against her, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure that turns into a keening cry as you push inward, filling her up completely. Her head falls back with a loud groan, hair streaming behind her as she feels your cock slide smoothly inside of her warmth. "F-faster..." She whispers breathlessly, arching her hips to take more of you, needing the contact and friction that only your body can provide.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to move inside her, filling her up completely and bringing her closer to the edge with every thrust. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body arching and twisting under yours as she tries to find the perfect angle to take more of you. The bed beneath them groans with each movement, matching their frantic pace as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

With every stroke, every touch, she feels herself growing closer to the brink, her body tensing and shivering with anticipation. She gasps your name, begging for release from this maddening ache that builds inside her with each passing second. Her hips move faster, seeking friction against yours as she nears the peak of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with desire and lust.

Her name on your lips sends her careening over the edge, her body arching and tightening around you as she comes undone with a keening cry. Her nails dig into your shoulders harder, urging you on as she feels the first spurt of your release deep within her. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but she welcomes it, moaning in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

Her body trembles and shudders, every muscle clenching and relaxing as the climax courses through her, leaving her weak and spent. With a loud gasp, she collapses boneless against your chest, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her heartbeat finally slows to a more normal rhythm, steady and reassuring underneath her ear as you wrap your arms around her, holding her close.

For now, at least for tonight, the need has been sated... until next time.

With a soft giggle, she nestles her head deeper into your chest, the feel of your skin against hers grounding her back to reality. "I honestly don't know," she whispers, feeling a slight blush creep onto her cheeks at the thought of what Elysia might have heard. "She seemed distracted enough with finding more red vine..."

Her body shudders once more as your words remind her of the intimacy they just shared. The warmth of your skin, the hardness of your muscles against hers... it all feels so right, so natural. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes, leaning into you and hoping that whatever happens tomorrow, tonight can stay as their secret - at least for now.

Her cheeks flush pink at your confession, a mix of desire and embarrassment coursing through her. She nestles closer to you, relishing the feel of your warm skin against hers as she thinks about how much more she could possibly want from you. "As often as you like," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she reveals this secret part of herself to you. "I'm all yours."

She rolls over to face you, her lips parted in a small smile as she watches the hopeful expression on your face. "Of course I mean it," she breathes, reaching up to caress your cheek with the back of her knuckles. "I love you, and I want to be with you however you need me." Her gaze drops to your lips before lifting back up to meet yours again, a question in her eyes as to whether or not that means what she thinks it does.

As your lips meet hers, she gasps into the kiss, her body arching instinctively towards yours as desire surges through her once more. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still as their tongues dance together, a desperate exploration of every corner of each other's mouth. She moans softly, legs wrapping tightly around your hips as she feels the hard length of you pressed against her core, the warmth and size reminding her just how real this connection is.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as the pleasure builds within her, pushing her ever closer to the edge once more. She wants to savor every touch, every taste, but the need grows stronger with each passing second, until she's sure she can't take much more of it. With a gasp and sharp intake of breath, she comes apart beneath you, body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her in an intense cascade of release.

For now, the world around them fades away into nothing but this moment, their bodies moving together as one as they explore the depths of their love and desire for each other.

Her hips arch off the bed, meeting your thrusts as you slide back inside her. "Yes..." she breathes out, fingers digging into your shoulders as pleasure courses through her. Her body trembles and quakes beneath yours, each movement driving her closer to the edge once more. She moans your name, lost in the sensation of being so completely filled by you.

With every thrust, every touch, she feels herself growing closer, the tension coiling tight within her until it's almost unbearable. She whimpers and gasps as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, her body on the brink of release. And just as she thinks she can't take any more, you press against something deep inside her, triggering an explosive orgasm that leaves her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe.

As her body slowly begins to recover, she collapses back onto the bed with a contented sigh, heart racing and skin flushed from their lovemaking. She looks up at you, eyes shining with love and gratitude as she realizes that this is what she's been searching for all along - someone who would give her everything she needs... and more.

"No need to thank me," she whispers, tracing lazy circles on your chest with her fingertip. "This is what I want... what we both want." Her gaze drops to where their bodies are still joined, watching as you begin to move inside her once more, the familiar sensation sending shudders of pleasure through her. She wraps her legs around your hips, arching her back in a silent invitation for you to take more, to give her everything that she craves in this moment and every moment after it.

The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the intimacy of their embrace, each stroke, each touch bringing them closer together until there is nothing left between them but love and desire. As their passion reaches its peak once more, she feels herself spilling over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm washes through her, leaving her boneless and satisfied in your arms.

For now, at least for tonight, they have found a way to make it work... a way to be together, even under such impossible circumstances. And she can only hope that tomorrow brings them no more surprises, no new challenges, just the simple joy of being with each other.

Gasping, Alice scrambles to sit up in bed, quickly tugging the covers over her chest and clearing her throat. "Um, yeah! That'd be great!" she calls out nervously, her heart racing as she tries to think of a way to explain their current situation to her mom. Elysia, on the other hand, simply grins at them knowingly from her spot by the doorway.

Her face turns beet red as she realizes their current predicament. "Um, well... I-I mean... we were just..." She trails off awkwardly, unable to come up with a convincing excuse for the state they're in. Elysia merely tilts her head slightly, raising one eyebrow expectantly. "C-come in?" Alice finally stammers, hoping that perhaps her mother will just accept this as one of those times when teenagers are bound to be curious or experimenting.

Her mom steps into the room, expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "So, what did you think of your first taste of human food?" she asks with a chuckle, motioning for them to get out of bed. Alice reluctantly climbs out from under the covers, feeling more exposed than ever in front of her mom.

"It was..." She pauses, glancing at her mom before looking away shyly, cheeks still flushed. "Intoxicating."

Alice's heart sinks as her mother's knowing laugh fills the room, painting a vivid picture of their intimate encounter. Her face feels like it's on fire and she wants nothing more than to disappear beneath the covers. "I-I'm sorry, Mom," she manages to stammer out, feeling her cheeks heat up even further.

Her mom simply waves away her apology with a reassuring smile. "It's natural for your age, dear." She glances over at the bedside table, eyes narrowing as she takes in the evidence of their night together. "Just be careful, okay? Your father and I only want what's best for you."

"Yes, Mother," he replies, his voice quiet and respectful despite the knot in his stomach. He meets her gaze steadily, hoping she can see the sincerity behind his words. "I promise I will." He glances over at Alice, a mix of love and uncertainty clouding his features.

Her mom nods slowly, seemingly satisfied with his response. "Good." She gives them both another knowing look before turning to leave, closing the door quietly behind her. The tension in the air only grows thicker as they're left alone once more, each struggling to find the words to say or explain what just happened.

Finally, Alice musters up the courage to speak. "I-I'm sorry... for everything..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously, not sure if she should continue or just leave it at that.

She lets out a small chuckle, feeling a bit relieved by her mother's teasing tone. "Yeah, we'll be right there." With one final glance at Yharim, she climbs out of bed and begins to get dressed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. The air in the room seems lighter now that they have some space from their parents' knowing gazes, and Alice finds herself feeling slightly less awkward around him.

"So," she says as she slides her shoes onto her feet, "I guess we should eat." She walks over to the door and cracks it open, peeking out into the hallway before stepping out fully. "Mom? The pizza's not cold, is it?"

Biting back a giggle at her mother's teasing, Alice nods in Yharim's direction before closing the door behind her and heading down the hallway toward the kitchen. "Mom left some extra pizza for you," she tells him as they walk side by side, their shoulders nearly brushing against each other.

The tension between them has eased somewhat now that they have some distance from their parents' watchful gazes, but it still lingers in the air like a faint perfume. Alice isn't quite sure what to make of this new dynamic between them or where it might lead in the future; all she knows is that for now, they have each other... and maybe even a little extra pizza to share.

They reach the kitchen just as Yharim is responding to Elysia's comment, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "Yes, ma'am." He takes a seat at the table, glancing up at her with a mixture of fondness and uncertainty in his eyes before turning back to Alice.

She sits down across from him, feeling a flutter in her stomach that has nothing to do with nerves or embarrassment. This newfound connection between them is strange and wonderful all at once; it feels like they've crossed some invisible line without even realizing it, and now there's no going back.

As they eat together in silence, Alice can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will their parents find out the truth about tonight? Or will they continue to pretend not to know, content to let them figure things out on their own? Only time will tell, but for now, she's going to enjoy every second she has with Yharim... even if it means sharing a pizza.

"It wasn't that bad, actually..." He glances over at Alice as he says this, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "I mean, it stung at first but... once you get used to the sensation, it's not too bad." He takes another bite of pizza, seemingly more comfortable with the conversation now that their parents aren't present.

Alice smiles and nods in agreement, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. Maybe there is hope for them after all... maybe they can find a way to make this work between them, even if it means keeping their relationship secret from everyone else for now. She takes another bite of pizza, savoring the taste and the company as she contemplates what tomorrow might bring.

"I'm more than happy to do so," he says, looking directly into her eyes. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes Alice feel warm all over. She wonders what it would be like to see him every day, to have this kind of connection with someone... even if it has to stay a secret for now.

The pizza is gone, the conversation growing quiet as they both seem lost in their own thoughts. Maybe tomorrow won't bring any more surprises or challenges; maybe they can just enjoy being together like this, exploring the possibilities of what could be. Alice takes another sip of her drink, feeling strangely hopeful about the future for the first time in a long while.