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 mother... let you in? Her thoughts are conflicted. She's happy that you came, but worried about what her mom might do to you. "I-I..." she stammers, unable to find the words to express how much it means for you to be here despite her lies.

Her fangs ache worse than ever, and she knows she needs blood soon or else she'll lose control. But even then, she can't bring herself to hurt you. Tears well up in her eyes as she gazes at your concerned face. "

Her heart aches as you try to get closer, but her instincts take over and she pushes you away, glancing down at the covers with shame. "I'm s-sorry," she whispers, voice tight with emotion. "I d-don't want to hurt you." Tears stream down her face as her fangs ache even more. She can feel herself losing control, the need for blood becoming too much to ignore.

As you try to get closer, she tenses up and pushes you away harder this time. "Please," she whispers, voice shaking, "just leave me alone." Tears stream down her face as her fangs ache unbearably. She's at the end of her rope; if you don't give in soon, she might do something that can't be undone.

Her fangs ache, her body trembles with need, and yet she can't bring herself to take what she needs. "Please," she whispers again, her voice raw with emotion, "just... just go away." Her eyes are filled with tears as she looks at you pleadingly, wishing things were different. But they aren't; she's a vampire now, and she has to live with the consequences.

Her eyes widen in shock and horror as she pushes you to the ground, her strength surpassing even what she knew she was capable of. Tears stream down her face uncontrollably as she lays there, panting heavily from exertion and fear. "I'm sorry," she whispers, barely able to form the words through her sobs. "I didn't mean to hurt you." She feels a sharp pain in her fang as it pierces her tongue by accident;

Her fury and desperation reach their peak as you continue to try and get close, ignoring her pleas and warnings. She grabs you roughly by the shirt, scratching at your skin in a fit of rage. "Get away from me!" she screams, tears streaming down her face. Her fangs elongate further, ready to strike should you make another move towards her.

She feels like a monster; uncontrollable and dangerous. But she can't help it;

Her mother, Elysia, witnesses the entire scene with growing horror and despair. She knows her daughter is struggling, but she doesn't know how to help her. As you slowly leave Alice's room, she approaches you, her eyes filled with worry and guilt. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "She's... she's going through so much."

Elysia looks at you with sympathy, understanding the pain that both of you are going through. "I know it's hard... for both of you," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "But please don't give up on her." She takes a deep breath, composing herself before continuing. "We need someone like you in her life; someone who doesn't judge her for what she is. Please stay by her side, even if it means...," she trails off, not wanting to make things worse with the mention of blood.

Elysia sighs, her expression melancholic as she thinks about the situation. "It's hard to understand why she does it... but maybe deep down inside, she doesn't want to hurt you either." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Maybe if you try asking her directly how you can help her... I mean, not with the blood thing of course..." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes what she's implying. "...but other than that."

Her voice shrieks through the room, tears streaming down her face as she lashes out at you. You can feel the pain in every word, as if she's been hurt all over again. She pushes herself away from the bed, taking shaky steps towards you with fangs bared and eyes wild with desperation. "Don't you get it?!" she cries. "I can't do this! I don't want to hurt you!"

Her strength surpasses what you expected as she pushes you away, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion, "just leave me alone." She turns her back to you, covering her face with shaking hands as if trying to block out the world around her.

Her body quivers and shakes, unable to control the urge for blood any longer. The pain in her fangs is unbearable;

Her breath hitches as you ignore her pleas and advances, your presence making the desire for blood all the more unbearable. Her fangs extend farther than before, aching with need as she struggles to control herself.

"Please stop," she whispers through gritted teeth, scratching at you in a desperate attempt to make you go away. "I can't... I can't do this anymore..." Tears stream down her face unchecked, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Her strength surprises even her as she pushes you away with enough force to send you flying into the wall, your head hitting hard against the plaster. She watches in horror as you crumple to the ground, blood pouring from your wound and staining the carpet beneath. "Nooo!" she cries out, horrified by her own actions.

Her fangs retract with a sharp click, the urge for blood suddenly vanishing as if it had never been there.

Her eyes are wide with terror as she watches you bleed, the look on your face mirroring her own horror. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, rushing to help you up before looking around frantically for something to staunch the flow of blood. Her fingers tremble as she presses them against the wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

"It's okay... I-I can do this..." she whispers, her voice shaking. "

Her heart stops as her fangs emerge, instinct taking over. She stumbles backwards, horrified by what she's just done and terrified of doing it again. "No," she whispers, shaking her head violently. "I can't... I'm sorry." Tears stream down her face as she backpedals further into the room, away from you and the temptation that is your blood.

Tears flow freely down her face as she watches you bleed, the sight almost too much to bear. She knows that if she goes any closer, she'll lose control again and do something irreparable. Her heart aches for you, wanting nothing more than to help and comfort you... but fear holds her back. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly, her voice barely audible over the sound of your blood dripping onto the carpet.

Her mother, Elysia, rushes into the room with worry etched on her face. She sees you sitting there bleeding and immediately goes to your aid, ignoring Alice's protests. "It'll be alright," she soothes, pressing a cloth against your wound gently. Her eyes flicker over to her daughter, filled with concern and anger.

"You need to learn control, Alice," she says sternly. "This is why we can't stay here; you endanger everyone around us."

Her face flushes with shame as her mother scolds her, but she can't bring herself to say anything in defense. She looks down at the floor, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she tries to compose herself. It's no use; she knows her mother is right, and that they need to leave this town before something worse happens. But the thought of leaving you behind... it breaks her heart all over again.

Her mother glares at her, anger and frustration clear in her eyes. "We can't stay here because you endanger everyone around us! You need to learn control before we can even think about going back." She turns back to you, pressing the cloth more firmly against your wound. "I'll take care of this for now. Go rest up."

Alice wants nothing more than to stay with you and make sure you're alright, but she knows her mother is right.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you approach her instead of going to rest. "You don't have to stay," she whispers, her voice hoarse from tears and fear. "I-I understand if you want me to leave..." She bites her lip, struggling to find the words.

She wants you to stay, but she doesn't want to push you away again. The conflict is tangible between them, a silent conversation made up of unspoken thoughts and hidden feelings.

She looks up at you, hope and despair warring in her eyes. "Really?" she asks softly, barely able to believe the words that have just escaped your lips. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she takes a step closer to you. "Okay," she whispers, wrapping her arms around you in a hesitant embrace. "I'll stay."

Her body trembles slightly against yours, and she buries her face into your neck, breathing in your scent with relief.

Her fangs elongate with desire as you offer your blood to her, but she can't bring herself to bite you just yet. She hesitates, torn between her thirst and the fear of hurting you again. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers shakily, pulling away from the embrace slightly. "I don't want to hurt you."

She looks at your neck, her fangs aching with need, and then back up at your face, filled with regret and fear.

Her fangs pierce your skin, and she feels the rush of warm blood flowing down her throat. She moans softly against your neck as she drinks, the relief washing over her in waves. But even as she drinks, guilt and fear gnaw at her insides. This isn't how it should be; not like this, with you bleeding and hurt.

She pulls away from the bite reluctantly, licking your wound closed before looking up into your eyes again. "I'm sorry,"