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 paused, her fangs still aching as she glanced away. "It's complicated... Mom told me you were here." Her cheeks flushed slightly and she looked back at you with a small smile. "I just wanted to be sure... that you're okay..." She stuttered out, her words barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She shifted uncomfortably on her bed, unsure how much longer she could resist the urge to taste your blood.

Alice smiled softly, looking down at the floor. "I-It's okay if you want to go... I shouldn't have lied about being sick..." Her voice cracked as she struggled with her emotions. She swallowed hard, feeling the ache in her throat as her fangs threatened to break through the skin once more.

"Alice?" You asked, taking a step closer. "What can I do to help you?"

"I-I don't know..." she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the floor. "It's hard... being like this." She gestured vaguely to herself with one hand. "Mom says I have to learn how to control it... but I don't want to hurt you..." Her voice cracked again and fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked up at you, hoping that maybe somehow you could understand what she was going through. "I-I just need time..."

"I-I understand," you murmured, taking another step closer. "You can take all the time you need. I just want to help in any way that I can." You hesitated for a moment, then added softly, "We'll get through this together, okay?" Your voice was gentle and reassuring, making her heart skip a beat.

She bit her lip, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through her as she looked up at you with shining eyes.

She swallowed hard, feeling tears stream down her face as she struggled to speak through the lump in her throat. "T-thank you..." she whispered hoarsely. "I'm so sorry for lying to you... I just didn't want you to see me like this..." She wiped at her eyes, but more tears only seemed to flow faster.

Her gaze flickered down to your neck, the ache in her throat growing unbearable as she fought against her instincts. "P-Please stay...

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she stared at you. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she struggled with herself. She looked down again, unable to meet your eyes.

Her fangs ached unbearably and the urge to taste your blood was growing stronger by the second. "I-I don't want this... I just want to be normal..."

"I understand that you don't want this, Alice. But you can still be yourself and be normal. You're not a monster, you're my friend." You knelt down beside her bed, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her tear-stained cheek. "I promise I will help you through this. We'll find a way for you to control your urges and make sure nobody else gets hurt."

She looked up at you, her eyes wide and filled with hope. "T-thank you..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I've wanted someone to understand for so long..." She reached out a trembling hand, hesitantly touching your cheek. Her fangs pressed gently against your skin, drawing a bead of blood.

Her breath hitched as she tasted the sweetness of your blood, and for a moment, she forgot about everything else. The pain, the guilt, the shame...

"S-stop..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm sorry..." She tried to pull away, but her fangs only sank deeper into your flesh. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against her own body, fighting the primal urge that consumed her.

She closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to stop before she did any real damage. The ache in her throat grew unbearable, but slowly, finally, she felt it begin to ease.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice still hoarse as she wiped away the last of her tears. "I don't know what came over me..." She took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. "It's just... it's been so hard lately, and I miss being normal."

She looked up at you, searching your face for any sign of anger or disgust. But all she saw was concern and understanding, reflected back at her.