No, A Rebirth

Everything is dark. There is no warmth, no feelings, just black nothingness - this must be what it's like to die. Still there is a calmness to it, a feeling of acceptance that overcomes you. Maybe this is a better fate than what awaited you elsewhere in the house.

Then you feel something in your chest. It's a strange feeling, not warm but it still energizes you. It spreads throughout your body and it returns your strength to you. No, not returns - you feel far better than ever before.

Your eyes snap open to a dark ceiling. Wherever you are it isn't where you were before. The return of your last memories before blacking out makes you reach a hand almost instinctively to your neck, but there's not even the hint of any bite marks. You sit up on the stone slab you're laying on and try to take in your surroundings. The room is decorated in a gothic style of blacks and reds. There are five pedestals with a small, dull red gemstone set at the top. You're surprised at how well you can see the room and reach for your face to check for your glasses but you stop the second you see your hand.

You've always had pale skin but now it's unnaturally so. In addition your fingernails are longer and thicker, almost like talons or claws. It reminds you of the woman who attacked you, a thought that makes you stand up so you can better look over yourself, something made easier by your lack of clothing.

The only recognizable part of your body are the freckles still sprayed across parts of your body and even those seem more visually pleasing than before. Your hair has changed from its' usual ginger color to blood red and incredibly luscious. The rest of your body is as pale as your hand but the really shocking thing is your figure. It's different to the point of being unrecognizable - your breasts, hips, and butt have never been this full or firm. Your build is slender with healthy looking mjscle tone and you even seem to have grown taller. You pinch one of your nipples in disbelief at your massively increased bust and gasp at just how sensitive you feel. Before you can process what is happening to you, you hear a door open.

"Up already are you? I knew I was right to choose you child." You turn to the source - the woman from before, with a stranger following behind. The follower must be a guest, she looks like someone you could bump into on the street.

"Who is that? Who are you? What did you do to me?" Questions pour out of you but the pale woman only laughs in response.

"So many questions. I could answer them but I feel like it would be better to show you instead." She doesn't give you a chance to follow up, as she speaks she brings a hand to the stranger's throat and digs in with her nails - just enough to draw blood. You don't know why she would do that but then you smell...something. You don't know what it is but it overwhelms your senses. You want it, you need it.