Cortney gets turned

They lay tangled together on the couch, the weight of the night settling over them like a heavy blanket. The apartment was dark except for the pale glow of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Outside, the city was eerily quiet, punctuated only by distant sirens and the occasional inhuman shriek. Bryce held Cortney close, his hand tracing lazy patterns on her bare back. She stirred against him, her breathing evening out as she drifted toward sleep. He stayed awake, listening, his mind racing with the events of the past few hours. The world had changed. Everything had changed. But here, with her in his arms, something felt right. He kissed the top of her head and let his eyes close, exhaustion finally pulling him under. Morning came, grey and muted, the sun struggling to break through a layer of clouds. Bryce woke to find Cortney already up, standing by the window in one of his t-shirts, peering through the blinds. The apartment was cold. He sat up, the couch creaking beneath him. "What time is it?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep. She turned, her expression a mixture of determination and worry. "Almost seven. I have to get ready." "Ready for what?" Cortney crossed the room, grabbing clothes from a pile on the floor. "Work. I have my shift at the BBQ restaurant in town." Bryce blinked, sitting up straighter. "Cortney, are you serious? There's a fucking apocalypse out there. You can't just go to work." She pulled on her shorts, not meeting his eyes. "I have to. I need the money. And if I don't show up, they'll fire me. Besides, what else am I supposed to do? Sit here and wait to die?" He stood, grabbing her arm gently, turning her to face him. "You're supposed to stay here with me. We figure this out together." She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "I don't know what else to do, Bryce. I can't just hide forever. I need to feel normal. Even if it's just for a few hours." He studied her face, seeing the fear and the stubbornness warring within her. He let out a long breath. "Then I'm coming with you." "No..you'll be bored, stay, watch TV, ho shopping for supplys..i..i do care about you bryce"

Bryce opened his mouth to argue, but the look in her eyes stopped him. He knew that stubborn set of her jaw. She had already made up her mind. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "But if anything feels wrong, you call me. Immediately." She leaned in and kissed him, quick and hard. "I will. I promise." She grabbed her keys and a worn apron from a hook by the door. "There's leftover pizza in the fridge. And a spare key under the mat if you need to go out." She paused at the door, her hand on the knob. "I'll be back by four." The door clicked shut behind her. Bryce stood in the silent apartment, the lingering scent of her on his skin, the distant wail of a siren cutting through the morning stillness. He dressed quickly, his unease coiling tighter with each passing minute. --- The BBQ restaurant was a small, weathered building on the outskirts of town, its neon sign flickering weakly in the grey light. Cortney parked her car in the nearly empty lot, noting that only two other vehicles were there—Gretchen's beat-up hatchback and the manager's truck. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the mundane: the smell of hickory smoke, the clatter of dishes, the hum of the walk-in cooler. She pushed through the back door, the familiar smell of pork and vinegar wash over her. The kitchen was dim, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. Gretchen was at the prep station, slicing onions with methodical precision. She didn't look up. "Hey, Gretch," Cortney said, hanging her apron on a hook. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late. The roads were a mess." Gretchen paused, her knife hovering over the cutting board. She turned slowly, her movements almost mechanical. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils slightly dilated. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead. "Cortney," she said, her voice flat, as if tasting the name for the first time. "You made it." Cortney felt a prickle of unease. "Yeah... you okay? You look pale." Gretchen blinked, a slow, deliberate motion. "I'm fine. Just tired.

Gretchen set down the knife and wiped her hands on her apron, her movements deliberately slow. She stepped closer to Cortney, invading her personal space. "It's good to see you," she said, her voice dropping to a lower register. "I was worried when you didn't show up on time. With everything going on out there..." She trailed off, her hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Cortney's face. Cortney stiffened but didn't pull away. "Yeah, it's crazy out there. Bryce wanted me to stay home, but I needed to get out. Feel normal, you know?" "I know," Gretchen said, her fingers lingering on Cortney's cheek. "I feel the same way. Like the whole world is ending, and we're just supposed to keep going like nothing's happening." Her hand slid down to rest on Cortney's shoulder, her thumb tracing small circles on the bare skin just above her collar. Her touch gas a chill to it Cortney's breath caught. "Gretchen, what are you doing?" "I don't know," Gretchen whispered, her eyes locking onto Cortney's. "I just... I don't want to be alone. Not today. Not with everything falling apart." She stepped closer, her body pressing against Cortney's. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like? To just let go? To forget about all the rules and just feel something real?" Cortney's heart hammered in her chest. She thought of Bryce, waiting for her back at the apartment. She thought of the world outside, crumbling into chaos. And then she thought of how alone she felt, how scared, how desperately she wanted to feel something other than fear. Her resolve wavered. "Gretchen, I can't," she said, but her voice lacked conviction. "You can," Gretchen murmured, her lips brushing against Cortney's ear. "Just for a moment. Just to feel alive." Her hand slid down Cortney's arm, intertwining their fingers. "Please." Cortney closed her eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on her. When she opened them again, she didn't pull away. She leaned in, her lips meeting Gretchen's in a hesitant, then deepening kiss. The taste of salt and onions mingled with something darker, something desperate. For a long, suspended moment, the apocalypse faded away, replaced by her friend, the softness of lips, the illusion of safety. Gretchen pulled back, her eyes dark and hungry. "The manager won't be in until noon," she said, her voice husky. "We have the place to ourselves." Cortney's mind screamed at her to stop, to call Bryce, to run. But her body ached for connection, for oblivion. She nodded, barely, and let Gretchen lead her toward the back office, the door swinging shut behind them with a soft click.

The back office was cramped and cluttered, the desk covered in paperwork and a half-empty coffee cup. Gretchen pushed Cortney gently against the door as it clicked shut, her hands roaming over Cortney's hips, pulling her close. "I've wanted this for so long," Gretchen breathed, her lips finding Cortney's neck. Cortney moaned softly, her hands tangling in Gretchen's hair, pulling her closer. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the heat of their bodies, the desperate urgency of their touch. Gretchen pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. "Let me show you," she whispered, her fingers finding the hem of her own shirt. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her bare torso. Then she reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and pale, her nipples hard and erect. She stepped out of her jeans, her panties following quickly, until she stood completely naked before Cortney. "Touch me," she said, her voice husky. "Make me forget everything." Cortney's breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of Gretchen's hip, the soft skin of her belly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Gretchen's collarbone, tasting salt and sweat. The world was ending outside, but here, in this cramped office, they were alive, they were real, they were together., but something wasn't right with Gretchen.

Gretchen's hands, which had been so warm and eager moments before, turned cold and insistent as she reached for Cortney's shirt. "Let me," she whispered, her voice carrying an echo that hadn't been there before. Her fingers worked the buttons with unnatural speed, and Cortney shivered as the fabric fell away, revealing her bra. Gretchen's eyes, dark and hungry, seemed to gleam in the dim light of the office. She hooked her thumbs under the straps, sliding them down Cortney's shoulders, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. The bra fell to the floor, and Gretchen's gaze fixed on Cortney's exposed breasts, but there was no warmth in her expression—only a cold, analytical hunger. "You're beautiful," Gretchen said, but her voice was flat, as if reciting a line. She knelt, her hands moving to Cortney's jeans, unbuttoning them with the same mechanical precision. She pulled them down, along with Cortney's panties, leaving her completely naked. Cortney stood frozen, a mix of arousal and unease coursing through her. Gretchen's hands roamed over her thighs, her stomach, her hips, but the touch was wrong—too deliberate, too knowing. It was as if Gretchen was mapping her, learning her, rather than caressing her. Cortney looked down, and her blood ran cold. Gretchen's skin, which had been pale and flushed moments ago, now was paker, . Her eyes, when they looked up, were not Gretchen's eyes. black, and they crimson irses seemed to pulse with a faint, internal light. "What's wrong?" Gretchen asked, her head tilting at an unnatural angle. "Don't you want to feel alive?" Her hand slid up Cortney's side, leaving a trail of cold that felt like ice against her skin. Cortney tried to step back, but her body wouldn't move. She was frozen, trapped by Gretchen's gaze. "Gretchen, stop," she managed, her voice a whisper. But Gretchen only smiled. "Don't worry Cortney..you'll love haw it feels, I did last night sith my roommate." She purred.

Gretchen's cold hands slid up Cortney's thighs, parting them with an unnatural strength that belied her slender frame. Cortney tried to protest, but the words died in her throat as Gretchen's face pressed between her legs, her tongue darting out with a warmth that contrasted sharply with her icy touch. Cortney's knees buckled as Gretchen's mouth worked against her, the sensation overwhelming. But there was something wrong—each flick of Gretchen's tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her, pleasure "You taste goodr," Gretchen murmured against her, her voice reverberating through Cortney's bones. "And desire. A delicious combination." Cortney's hips bucked involuntarily as Gretchen's tongue pressed harder, circling and probing with an expert precision that Gretchen had never possessed before. The pleasure built, hot and urgent. Gretchen's hands gripped her thighs, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensation that left Cortney gasping. She could feel herself approaching climax, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed that something was terribly wrong. "Let go," Gretchen whispered, her lips brushing against Cortney's most sensitive flesh. "Let me have all of it." And Cortney did, her body convulsing as the orgasm crashed through her, . Gretchen drank deeply, her eyes flashing that unholy crimson as she swallowedher sex juices When it was over, Cortney slumped against the door, her legs barely supporting her. Gretchen rose, licking her lips with a tongue that seemed too long. "More," Gretchen said.

Gretchen's eyes glowed brighter as she took a step closer, her body seems flwess, perfect. "The taste of your fear, your pleasure—it's allnagure, pure. This is humanity..sexpire is the next step in evolution Cortney. " Cortney pressed herself against the door, her naked body trembling. "What ?" "I'm what comes next," Gretchen replied, reaching out to touch Cortney's cheek.. "And soon, you'll be sexpire to." "No," Cortney whispered, but the word felt hollow. Gretchen smiled, and she had 2 6 inch fangs now in her mouth. "Yes. You came with me, in here , Cortney. When you let me touch you, when you came for me, you became recruit" She pressed closer, her body radiating cold.

Gretchen's cold body pressed against Cortney's naked form, and before Cortney could pull away, Gretchen's lips were on hers. The kiss was deep and passionate, her tongue sliding into Cortney's mouth with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating. Cortney felt the sharp edges of Gretchen's fangs against her lips, a constant reminder of the danger she was in, yet her body responded despite her mind's protests. Her arms, which had been frozen at her sides, slowly rose to grip Gretchen's shoulders, pulling her closer. Gretchen's hand found Cortney's breast, cupping it with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. Her thumb circled the nipple, teasing it to a hard peak as she deepened the kiss. Cortney moaned into Gretchen's mouth, the sound muffled as Gretchen's tongue explored every inch. The coldness of Gretchen's touch was no longer uncomfortable—it was electrifying, each brush of her fingers sending sparks of pleasure through Cortney's body. Gretchen broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Cortney's jaw to her neck. "You're mine now," she whispered against Cortney's skin, her breath cold against the warmth of her throat. Her hand continued to caress Cortney's breast, kneading and squeezing with a gentle but insistent pressure. "And soon, you'll understand. You'll feel the hunger, the power. It's beautiful, Cortney. All it takes is a bite, and my blood." Cortney's breath came in ragged gasps as Gretchen's mouth found her nipple, the cold tongue lapping at it before sucking gently. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fear that blurred the lines between surrender and resistance. Her fingers tangled in Gretchen's hair, not to push her away but to hold her there, as if anchoring herself to the only thing that felt real in this moment. Gretchen looked up, her crimson eyes meeting Cortney's. "Do you feel it?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "The allure?" She purred. Cortney was in the hands of the very thing she was afraid lat noght, when she contacted bryce, the samecreature that took that news anchor woman on channel 8 and changed her. Yet now with Gretchen being one of them, getting ready to do the same to her, all she can think about is Bryce, and how he will be hers when its done.

Gretchen's lips found her throat again, Cortney's thoughts of Bryce began to blur. The cold spreading through her veins was intoxicating, numbing the fear that had gripped her heart. She could feel the predator's hunger, but more than that, she could feel the promise—a promise of power, of eternity, of a world without the petty struggles of human existence. Gretchen's hand slid down Cortney's stomach, fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. "You're almost ready," she whispered, her fangs grazing the delicate skin of Cortney's neck. "Just one more taste of your pleasure, and then you'll see." Cortney's body arched into Gretchen's touch, her mind screaming even as her hips rolled forward, seeking more contact. The cold fingers found her center, slipping inside her with an ease that made her gasp. Gretchen's thumb circled her clit, the pressure perfect, the rhythm hypnotic. "Bryce...mm..i..i" moans Cortney. Gretchen smiles, knowing of him ftom their conversations in the past. "Think of him," Gretchen purred, her lips brushing Cortney's ear. "Think of Bryce. Imagine his face when he sees you changed. Imagine his desire, his surrender." The image bloomed in Cortney's mind—Bryce, strong and protective, falling to his knees before her. She would be his goddess, the one in control, perfectly beautiful. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, and she cried out as another orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. Gretchen caught her as she collapsed, lowering her gently to the cold tile floor. "Now," she said, her voice resonating with an otherworldly authority. "Now you're ready to be reborn." Cortney lay on the floor, her body spent, her mind floating in a haze of pleasure and anticipation. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Gretchen's fangs elongated, her pupils dilating, her entire form radiating a dark, seductive power. The creature leaned over her, and Cortney felt no fear—only a deep, primal hunger that had awakened in her core. As Gretchen's fangs sank into her breast, drinking of her deeply. Cortney whimpered in bliss as she did. "Open your mouth," Gretchen commanded softly. Cortney obeyed, her lips parting as Gretchen's wrist pressed against them. She felt the cold trickle of blood on her tongue, and the taste was unlike anything she had ever known—rich, electric, alive. It spread through her body like wildfire, burning away the last traces of her humanity. When the transformation began, Cortney .whimpered louder, but the sound that escaped her throat was not of pain but passion. Her body arched off the floor as the change remade her from the inside out. Her eyes blazed crimson, her senses sharpened, and the world suddenly made sense in a way it never had before. When it was over, she rose, her movements fluid and perfect. Gretchen stood before her, smiling with pride. "Welcome," she said, "to the next step." Cortney looked at her hands, at the new strength in her limbs, and smiled. The hunger was there, burning bright, but so was the clarity. She knew what she wanted now. She wanted Bryce.