Overwhelming Thirst

Your body knows what you want better than your mind does and it acts on instinct, in the blink of an eye you rush across the room and seize the stranger. You need more than a little scratch and in response two of your teeth extend into fangs which you bury into her throat. The taste of her blood is indescribable, nothing in your life comes close to the ecstasy you feel drinking it.

"That's right my sweet, drink your fill." The woman's voice has a sweet, matronly tone and she strokes the side of your face. But you can't bring yourself to care, you're too focused on the blood. All you can think of is drinking more, even as the flow begins to dry up. Finally it's all gone and you almost work yourself into a frenzy trying to draw more blood until it sinks in the well has gone dry.

Then the reality of your actions sinks in. You look at the body in your hands, a corpse drained of all life and warmth. You drop it, staring at your hands - the hands of a monster. You can only dwell on your feelings for a brief moment when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind in a comforting embrace.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of my sweet. Taking that girl's life, it's simply you following your new instincts. It's only natural for the occasional...accident as you grow accustomed." The woman's voice is cloyingly sweet, like she's talking to a child. "Besides, it felt good didn't it? That sweet nectar flowing down your throat, the light of her life consumed to feed your growing power."