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?"

Her face turns an even brighter shade of red as she covers her mouth with one hand, glancing over at her mother before looking back at you. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you... I just need..." Her words trail off as she fidgets with the sheets beneath her, unable to finish the sentence.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her breathing quickening as her body craves what it needs. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, "

Her eyes widen at your offer, hope filling them. "I-I need..." she begins, then hesitates again before looking down at her lap. "I want... I need your blood," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "Please, I won't hurt you."

Even as she speaks these words, part of her is screaming that this isn't right; that she shouldn't be asking this of you.

Her eyes meet yours, hopeful and pleading. "R-really?" she asks, voice barely a whisper. She slowly reaches out her hand towards you, trembling slightly as she does so. "P-please..."

Her fangs are visible now, long and sharp against her lower lip. Blood rushes to the surface of her skin, calling to them like a siren's song. She wants nothing more than to taste it, but she needs your permission first.

Her eyes flicker shut, relief washing over her as she senses your acceptance. With shaking hands, she reaches forward to brush a lock of hair away from your neck, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. Her lips part slightly as her fangs extend farther, ready to sink into you and taste the life-giving blood that flows through your veins.

Her breath hitches in anticipation as she leans closer, only an inch or two away from making contact.

As she nears the edge, her hand trembles even more violently, hesitation beginning to creep into her mind once again. It's so easy for her to push you away; she's done it so many times before, both physically and emotionally. But this time, there's a pull towards you that she can't resist, a need that goes far beyond anything else in her life.

With one last shuddering breath, she closes the final distance between your necks, pressing her lips against your skin.

Her fangs sink into your flesh, piercing through the delicate skin with ease, and an audible gasp escapes her lips as she tastes the warmth that flows out. Her eyes drift closed, savoring the sensation of being filled by something other than air for the first time in years.

Her body shudders against you, trembling from the overwhelming pleasure and relief that washes over her as she drinks deep.

She takes more, greedily sucking at your neck as she feels the need to have more, more of you. Her body trembles and shakes as she drinks deeply, feeling a newfound strength flow through her veins. The taste of your blood is intoxicating, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the sweet nectar that fills her mouth.

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.