3 Nights Later...

A pair of eyes fluttered open, their deep red irises looked about as to observe their owner’s surroundings, it was still dark with exception of a nearby lamp. Weakly the owner of the eyes slowly pushed herself up, something was wrong, but she could not quite place it. What she noticed immediately was a higher sense of smell because she was hit with the feint scent of sex. Pulling herself up off the floor, the female tried to get a grip on herself by lifting her hand to her head then slowly ran her pale fingers through her brown hair.

“Let’s think about this, Anne,” the brunette told herself, “What was I doing?”

First the faint memory of her getting up in the darkness of her apartment rolled up in her mind, “I got up to get a drink of water only a second ago.”

Then she realized the thirst for water was long gone; in its place however was a different, yet stronger sensation. Replacing a normal thirst was a sensation she had never felt before. In fact, the only comparison Anne could make was to the thirst she had felt before, but it was not a type of thirst she was not familiar with. Never mind the feeling of her canine teeth tapping against the teeth of her lower jaw. Wait…since when are 2 of teeth long enough to touch her lower teeth while the rest are spaced away from the bottom? Anne touched her lips with her hand as she slipped her fingers through her lips to feel her teeth; the brunette female froze as she traced her teeth and found elongated canines.

“Ow!” she exclaimed.

The woman flinched from the pain of cutting the skin of finger and yanked her fingers out of mouth. She had just pressed her index against the razer-sharp tip of what felt like a long tooth. The taste that hit her tongue intensified her new thirst, making it easily comparable to hunger pangs.

“Okay, this can’t be real,” the brunette said out loud, “There’s no way I could have fangs!”

Then another memory rushed to the forefront, the familiar feeling of what felt like arms about her waist, “That’s right! Someone grabbed me!”

Followed by the hard pulling of hair with her head yanked back and the pain of 2 syringes being simultaneously stabbed into her neck. At the final scene of the memory her hand shot to her neck; running her pale fingers along the skin Anne found what felt like a pair of puncture scars.

“And stabbed—no, bit me!” she concluded as her trip through her memories continued, “Yes, th-there were lips on my neck.”

Anne could feel the “hunger” or “thirst” intensify within herself as the newly risen nosferatu struggled to understand what had happened to her. Then the new vampyr remembered the foreign sensation of her blood being pulled from her veins.

“Oh, why did it have to feel so good?” the undead female groaned aloud as she recounted the sexual pleasure of her veins being drained as she gently brushed the feint bite scars on her throat with her fingertips.

Then Anne’s other hand made its way to her panties. In 1 move she tore them off and realizing what little effort it took to accomplish tearing her light blue panties. Almost on impulse, she lifted the torn underwear to her sensitive nose. The familiar smell of sex, if only days old, perpetuated through her nostrils and realized the feint odor from before was of her own sexual release. The scent was not fresh, but it was as though it was days ago. It could not be, her most recent memories were of only a few minutes ago. Right? Dropping the tattered remains of her soft undergarments, Anne turned to find her land line and answering machine a few feet away. It was almost as if a second had passed when she got to the appliances. She had no way of knowing just how fast she had closed the distance on her communication devices. There was enough light from the lamp to see the display, Anne’s eyes widened when the answering machine showed the day was exactly 3 days from her most recent memories.

Going through her recent memories, the brunette remembered hearing a familiar voice, “Dude! What the hell did’ja do to her?!?”

“Th-that was Jimmy’s voice!” she realized.

Then she stumbled through the apartment to the guest room all the while the hunger/thirst grew. But the only thing keeping the nosferatu’s mind on track was checking up on her nephew. As Anne neared the room, the thought of her nephew became that of a predator viewing prey. Once she got to the room and found an empty bed with sheets thrown to the side, indicating that Jimmy had gotten out of bed.

A revelation dawned on her, the fresh undead had made her way through the darkness and was now looking into a dark room like it was mid-afternoon. She had night vision! This was a surprise given she knew that the room would have had to have been almost pitch black. Looking about, Anne found her nephew’s cell off to the side. Something told her, he would not just leave this gadget just lying there instead of keeping it with him when he went out. Reaching out to check if anyone had called, like his mother Grace. The next thing she knew, the vampyr was grasping a fractured cellular phone; this is what happens to someone when they acquire stupendous strength. Another hunger pang hit her, she gasped at the unfamiliar thirst.

Dropping the broken cell phone upon the wooden floor, Anne Jones stumbled backward as to understand her situation. Turning around, the brunette made her way to where she had started. After walking to her answering machine, the nosferatu took a pencil and pushed the button next to a flashing, red light that indicated that she had new messages, ignoring the slight sound of the wooden writing instrument splintering.

“Hey, sis, I know this kind of sudden, but I have a surprise!”

“Maggie, guess what? Michael got that promotion. I am so happy Ms. Schneider recognized his hard work!”

Out of nowhere there was a knock at the door; most people would realize that they were not dressed appropriately for guests. But what Anne was experiencing in the last hour was anything but normal. Not even bothering to replace her panties, the vampyr just walked to the door; by this time her rational mind was giving way to instinct. Her last conscious decisions were to open the door and take in the sight of the blonde in baggy clothes. The woman with her long, wavy hair tied into a low ponytail and draped over her left shoulder smiled in excitement as she rushed in to hug the brunette. The last rational thoughts Anne had been of the delicious smell that wafted from the woman’s skin when the blonde quickly hugged her when pure instinct won out.

Almost as if returning the hug, the new vampyr gripped the other female around her torso tightly and immediately opened her mouth. And quickly bit into her prey’s **** neck, the elongated canine pierced the skin of the visitor’s throat as well as opening the veins. With pure instinct the fresh undead used her fangs to drain her prey’s life-giving fluid.