Another weird morning

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

Rachels eyes shot open, and she quickly sat upright.

She looked around, and then down.

Naked again. She thought to herself.

But this time on the couch in her living room.

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

“This can’t be real... this can’t be actually happening...” she says out-loud.

~Vague flashes of memory return again. Orgasmic pleasure in her neck, resonating with her sex. Laying back against the couch as her spandex was removed. The attractive stranger, mounting her and thrusting into her. The ecstasy of his violation, his dominance. A flash of a fanged mouth, and the stranger falling to her neck. Tears from the pain that feels... good... He is drinking... she can feel it... and she is letting him, as her legs curl around his body and she feels his cock plant his seed.~

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

Rachel came to again, and grasped her arms, rubbing them firmly to bring warmth, having suddenly realized she’s frigid, again. She grabbed her phone off the floor, silenced it, and stood up.

She looked down, checking her naked body over. It seemed unharmed, but she felt uncertain, concerned, scared...

She covered her hard nipples and delicates with her arms and hands as best she could, and headed to the bathroom.

Her eyes found the spandex and jersey on the floor on the way, more evidence her memories may not be lying to her.

She tried to suppress everything and move on, convincing herself nothing happened, as she turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to arrive.

Her eyes glanced to the mirror. She paused. Her body seemed paler, and the marks on her neck...

Rachel stepped over to the mirror, inspecting again. They had been healing, but the two wounds were red again, and more swollen than before. The blue veins spreading from the wounds seemed more pronounced now, and spread further from the apparent punctures. A casual obsever would probably not notice them, but Rachel was close enough, with good lighting, that she couldn't miss it.

She slid her tongue up to her gumline, nervously.

And found what she already knew was there.

Rachel leaned in closer to the mirror, curling back her upper lip. The white ulcers, were not ulcers. The sharp pointed tips now protruding slightly from her gums could only be one thing.

An entirely new set of teeth.

Fangs... She thought to herself.