You watch as she swallows the last of your seed, a strange mix of emotions coursing through you. Relief floods you; knowing that she's okay and will be able to manage her urges for now. But guilt follows close behind, as you wonder how much longer this can go on before something truly terrible happens.

"You don't have to do that," you finally find the courage to say. "There must be another way."

Alice looks up at you, her eyes filled with pain and confusion. "

She blushes deeply as she realizes what you're implying. "I-I don't know..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously. The thought both excites and terrifies her. On one hand, it would allow her to take what she needs without hurting someone else; on the other, it feels so wrong, so selfish.

She looks down at her lap, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "

She nods slowly, taking your hand in hers and squeezing gently. "I promise to be careful... I won't hurt you ever again." Her eyes meet yours sincerely, and for the first time since she grew her fangs, you see a spark of hope inside them.

She blushes deeply at the thought of spending the night together, but doesn't object. "Okay..." she whispers, her heart racing with anticipation and fear all mixed together. As you lie down beside her in bed, she curls into your side, feeling safe and protected for the first time since she grew her fangs. Her breathing steadies as exhaustion finally claims her, and she drifts off to sleep peacefully, her slumber undisturbed by dreams of blood and pain.

Her voice is soft and quiet, barely above a whisper as she speaks. "I... I want to... but I'm scared..." The Sutter makes it sound more like "ee-uhh-ahh-uhd..." instead of "scared." She looks into your eyes, searching for understanding or reassurance.

Elysia steps forward again, laying a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, sweetie. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

She bites her lip, nodding slowly as she looks at you. "Okay..." Her voice is still quiet and shaky, but there's determination in it now. With trembling hands, she gently guides your head to one side before pressing her lips against the skin of your neck, just below your earlobe. The Sutter makes it sound more like "ee-uhh-ahh-uhd..." as she struggles to speak and keep herself steady at the same time.

Her lips part in surprise as she feels your mouth against hers. She's never been kissed before; at least not like this. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping you tightly as she deepens the kiss. The taste of blood mingles with yours on her tongue and she moans into your mouth.

Her body trembles as desire courses through her veins. She's never felt anything like this before; it's intense and overwhelming, but in a way that feels right.

The words echo through her mind as you speak them, sending waves of joy and relief washing over her. She pulls away from the kiss, her eyes searching your face for any sign of mockery or deceit. Seeing only sincerity there, she smiles tenderly up at you. "I love you too," she whispers. "And I'd be honored to be your girlfriend."

Her heart swells with hope as she thinks about what this could mean for them. Maybe they can find a way to be together, despite everything else.

She looks up at you, her expression softening slightly as she takes in your words. "I-I appreciate that... It's just been a strange few days, and I didn't want to involve anyone else if I could help it..." Her voice trails off, the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest like a boulder.

With another nervous glance at the door, she moves to sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling her legs up beneath herself as she wraps her arms around them tightly. "So...

"I-I don't know... What do you want to talk about?" She looks down at her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she tries to find something neutral to focus on. The silence stretches between you, awkward and heavy. Finally, she clears her throat and offers a half-hearted smile. "How have you been? How's school?"

Her mother's words echo in the back of her mind, reminding her that everything she does with you could have consequences...

She moans softly against your neck, her body shuddering as she feels the ecstasy wash over her. Her fangs retract back into her gums, and she pulls away slowly, reluctantly breaking the connection between them. Blood trickles down your neck, staining her fingers where they rest lightly against your skin.

Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at you with a mixture of gratitude and shame. "T-thank you..."

She looks down at the floor, her cheeks flushing as she tries to hide how much it means to her that you would do this for her. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, "I shouldn't have asked..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she struggles with the conflict between wanting what she needs and hating herself for being the thing that makes her need it.