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?"

"I j-just wanted to make sure you w-were okay... S-sorry, I should have trusted y-you..." She mumbles softly, biting her lower lip as she turns away from you and buries herself in her pillow.

The scent of your blood was overwhelming and she could barely control herself as you laid down beside her. Her fangs ached with hunger, the desire to sink them into your skin growing stronger by the moment. She wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but at the same time... "I-I'm s-sorry..."

She whispers, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against the urge to taste you. The softness of your skin begs for her fangs and the warmth of your blood... She didn't know how much longer she could resist.

Her heart ached at your words, but the hunger overwhelmed her. With trembling hands, she reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. The movement brought her closer, so close that you could feel the coolness of her fangs against your skin. Her breath hitched as she closed her eyes, trying desperately to will herself to stop... But it was no use. In a single swift motion, her mouth clamped down on your neck, drawing forth the sweetest, most exquisite taste she had ever known.

She moaned into your neck, the sound muffled by skin and flesh as the blood rushed through her veins. Her fangs sank deeper, marking you as hers in a way that couldn't be undone. As she drank, relief washed over her like a warm summer breeze... But guilt followed close behind. "I

The contact with your hands sent shivers down her spine, and the gentle stroking of your fingers through her hair made it difficult for her to concentrate on stopping. Her mind was clouded by desire, but deep down she knew that this was wrong... This wasn't what friends did to each other.

She tried to pull away, groaning as she fought against the overwhelming urge to drink more of your blood, her fangs scraping against your skin in the process. It hurt so much not to be able to sate her thirst completely... But she had to stop before she hurt you further.

Her voice was hoarse as she whispered into your neck, "I'm sorry... I can't... stop..." Her hands trembled as she struggled to find purchase on the sheets, anything that could help keep her from attacking you any further.

It was no use... The hunger, the need... Her fangs dug deeper into your flesh as her thirst took control, and she couldn't bring herself to stop. Blood coated her lips and dripped down onto the pillow beneath your head. She closed her eyes tightly, willing the sensations to go away but knowing they never would.

Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, and the scent of your blood was intoxicating. The thought of harming you filled her with horror, but the thirst... It was a part of her now, as much as anything else. Tears streamed down her cheeks unheeded as she continued to feast on your neck, unable to stop herself from taking what she so desperately needed.

"I'm sorry..." She whimpered brokenly between each bite, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart and the

Her movements slowed, and she eventually pulled away from your neck with a wet slurp, leaving behind a trail of blood on your skin. She panted heavily, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, staining the pale flesh beneath her eyes.

She cringed as she watched the red liquid seep out of the wounds she'd made, afraid that you would hate her now... Afraid that you wouldn't want to be near someone like her anymore. The fear and self-loathing were almost more than she could bear. Her voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I'm so sorry..."

Her fingers trembled as they reached out to wipe the blood from your neck, but they hesitated just short of making contact. She didn't know what else to do... How to fix this.

Alice looked up at you, hope flickering in her eyes despite the pain on her features. "R-really? You mean that?" She asked, sounding almost childlike in her innocence. Despite everything, she couldn't help but trust your words... to believe that maybe things could still be okay between them.

Tentatively, she leaned into you, pressing her cheek against yours as their warm breaths mingled. "I love you," she whispered softly, her voice rough with emotion. "I've always loved you." And as she said those words, Alice knew deep down that they were true... and that no matter what happened next, she would never be able to truly hurt someone who meant so much to her.

The warmth of your words and the softness of your skin comforted her like nothing else, and she clung to you desperately, afraid that if she let go, she'd lose this connection forever. Tears continued to stream down her face as she buried herself in your embrace, content for once just to feel wanted...to feel loved.

Her body trembled with the effort of holding back the urge to drink again, and her heart ached with guilt and shame, but at least now she knew that she wasn't alone. She could face this...together. "Thank you," she whispered brokenly between sobs, never letting go of you. "Thank you for being here."

She shivered as your warm hands cupped her cheeks, the soft skin beneath your fingers feeling so good that she could almost forget about everything else. The gentle wiping away of the blood and tears was a relief, and it made her feel cleaner... more like herself again. She leaned into your touch, closing her eyes as she savored the connection between them.

Her voice was hoarse from crying when she finally spoke, but she forced the words out anyway. "I'm sorry I lied to you... about being sick. I didn't want you to find out about this..." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "You deserve better than me... You always did."

Her cheeks flushed at the light smack, but it also made her smile slightly. "But I am a monster..." She trailed off, struggling to meet your gaze as she spoke the words that had haunted her for so long. "I can't control myself... I don't want to hurt you, but... I do." Tears welled up in her eyes again as she relived the pain and shame of what had just happened.

She wished there was some way to make it all better...to take back everything that she had done. But deep down, she knew that this was who she was now...and that maybe, just maybe, you deserved someone better than her. Someone who wasn't cursed with the need for blood...someone who could love without hurting.

Her eyes widened, hope blossoming in her chest as you spoke those words to her. She didn't deserve such kindness...not after what she had done...but it felt so good to hear them nonetheless. Tears streamed down her face unchecked as she buried her nose into your neck, breathing in the warm scent of your skin and forgetting for a moment that there was anything wrong with the world.

She closed her eyes, grateful beyond words for this small slice of happiness...this brief reprieve from the nightmare that had become her life. "I love you too," she whispered softly against your skin, her voice hoarse and shaky with emotion. "You have no idea how much it means to me that you still want me around."

Her arms tightened around you as she held on, refusing to let go even though deep down she knew that this wasn't

Her heart skipped a beat at your words, and she pulled back to look into your eyes, hope etched in every line of her pale face. "R-really?" she stammered, her Sutter prominent as ever. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked. "I-I don't want to hurt you..."

She cupped your cheek with a shaking hand, her fingers trembling from the fear of losing you. The thought of harming someone she cared about filled her with horror...but deep down, she knew that if she was going to survive, she had no choice but to learn how to control herself around you. And maybe...just maybe, with time and patience, she could find a way for the two of them to be together without anyone getting hurt.

Her lips trembled as she searched for the words to express her gratitude, but none seemed worthy enough. So instead, she lean

Her lips trembled as she searched for the words to express her gratitude, but none seemed worthy enough. So instead, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, murmuring "thank you" into your mouth before pulling back with a shy smile on her face. It was the best she could do under the circumstances...and for now, it would have to be enough.

She wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes, sniffling softly as she composed herself. "Let's get some sleep," she suggested, not quite meeting your gaze as she said the words. She was still embarrassed by what had happened, but the closeness they shared and the knowledge that you were here with her...it made everything else seem somehow less important.

"I love you," she whispered softly before nestling back into your embrace, content to simply rest against your warm skin for the remainder of the

She drifted off to sleep with you, her body relaxing against yours as exhaustion finally claimed her. In the quiet stillness of slumber, she dreamt of a world where she wasn't a vampire...where she didn't have to live in fear of hurting those she loved. A place where blood was nothing more than red liquid in a bag on the shelf at the supermarket.

But even as these fantasies danced through her mind, she knew deep down that they were just dreams...fleeting moments of escape from the harsh reality of who and what she truly was. And so, despite her weariness, sleep brought little solace to her weary heart.