Hunger, acceptance, and curiosity

Hours passed, and as the sun began to fall in the sky, Rachel stirred back to consciousness. Fresh hunger pains gently tugged at her insides, reminding her of basic needs that had not been met since early morning.

She looked at the clock.

7:52 PM

She awoke remembering the despair… the hopelessness… crying for hours… to the point of complete and _utter_ exhaustion. She had fallen apart completely, and there was nothing left. No strength, no will to go on, when her body finally just turned off, and gave her the blissful oblivion that she so badly needed.

The numbness that now permeated her mind shielded her from continuing down that path any further.

I am strong enough to get through this. She told herself, I will just find a way forward, and face whatever happens.

Her thoughts turned to the start of it all. That first bite, three nights ago. The things that he said, his intentions, and the simple, demeaning plans that he seemed to have for her.

She felt Anger.

Rage.

And she willed herself to let it go.

“You will not break me.” She whispered. “I will find a way to make my own path, not yours, not the one you are laying before me.”

She had found herself awoken, and resolute. Determined to decide her own fate, even if becoming like him was inevitable. She knew she would likely be a vampire soon, there seemed to be no way to avoid that eventuality, but… She would not be his. Ever.

But first, she thought,

I need to eat…

She chuckled to herself, beginning to feel a little better.

She stood up, and wandered over to the kitchen. She grimaced at the options, but managed to find enough ingredients and tossed together what she thought would be a delightful turkey sandwich.

She lifted it to her mouth, longing for the generous portions of miracle whip that she had lathered on the sandwich, and happily sank her teeth into it, hearing that delightful crunch of lettuce.

It was… unusually displeasing.

Her face grimaced in disappointment, but she took another bite. The tastes were subdued, bland, and each swallow was a **** struggle. She managed to get about half of it eaten, before she couldn’t stomach it anymore. She finished chewing what she had in her mouth, and focused awkwardly as she pushed it down, swallowing hard, then discarded the rest. It had, at least, quelled ‘some’ of her hunger.

A part of her knew, deep down, that it was not what her body had wanted anymore. The void in her stomach yearned for something different, something new. She knew what it craved, but put it out of her mind.

She returned to the bathroom after, stripping down out of her practice clothes. She stepped up to the mirror, inspecting again, turning her head to the side and brushing her long straight brunette hair out of the way. The vampire bite, freshly re-opened by Jenny had, surprisingly, healed over nicely. Her eyes followed her hand and fingers in trailing down her shoulder, and then down along the curves of her bare chest and belly. Old scars and some simple blemishes that were once there, now seemed gone.

She immediately lifted her leg onto the counter, checking for a known scar on the side of her knee which had been there since she was 3.

It was gone as well. Just smooth unblemished skin, like it had never been there, or ever even happened.

She leaned in, inspecting her face, noting happily that her sprinkling of nose freckles had not vanished. She had mixed emotions about them, but had about decided they were an attractive accent to her face, and most importantly, Caleb seemed to like them.

Caleb…

She shook away her thoughts of him and refocused, peeling back her lips, nervously, knowing there would be more changes.

As the pain in her tongue had told her earlier, her upper and lower canines were now sharper, and shaped more angled and pointed in general. Nothing though that would draw too much attention in passing, except for anyone who was familiar with her teeth before. Which was effectively nobody, except maybe Caleb. All of the other teeth were about the same as before, save for the overall healthy look of them, which was much improved. Most of the little chips or imperfections that she had been aware of, even the stains, now also seemed gone. Her teeth were all a pristine ivory-white.

“Fresh back from the dentist…” she joked to herself, then focused, getting more serious.

“Annnd here we go,” she whispered out loud.

She breathed in deeply, and proceeded to lift her upper lip.

Two sharp pointed incisors still peaked down from her upper gums, just barely visible. Still located a little up and between her normal incisors and canines. They seemed more mature now, however. Fuller than before… more substantial.

“You’re a part of me now,” she told them. “I want to see you…”

They did not move.

She tried various face grimaces and muscular contortions on her face. None seemed to work.

“Hmmf” she puffed.

She closed her eyes then, trying to remember the times she knew for certain that she had felt them lengthen.

_~ Right after the second bite… tasting a small trickle of his blood. _ Then again in the shower, the next day… and finally… Jenny’s neck, after she bit me… ~

She opened her eyes, feeling the tingle in her gums, and narrowed her focus on the thought of Jenny’s neck…

No…

the Artery…

*thump thump, thump thump, thump thump*

She felt the sound of it reverberate in her skull, pounding.

She gasped awkwardly and pulled away from the mirror, surprised, as her teeth pushed down, slipping effortlessly from her gums as if by instinct.

Or maybe, desire? She couldn’t yet tell.

A similar tingle in her lower and upper canines followed, and following that, her stomach lurched, and began to burn, again aching for additional sustenance.

She leaned back in to the mirror, hesitantly, and opened her mouth. The white/ivory fangs were long, but fairly narrow. Wickedly sharp tipped, with an… appealing and almost… seductive… curve about them, Rachel thought to herself. They extended a good inch past the rest of her teeth. It felt a bit awkward to her, but she assumed that feeling wouldn’t last. Since it doesn’t seem like they’ll be going away anytime soon…

She refocused again, continuing to inspect the changes. The upper and lower canines had also slightly extended, maybe a quarter of an inch, but nothing like the two new incisors. She licked the length of them slowly, familiarizing herself. They were a part of her now.

She also noted the little pockets in her upper gums had seemed to expand readily, accommodating the larger base of the fangs. No pain to speak of there. Seems like it would have hurt when they came out, but it didn’t it. If anything, the opposite…

Overall, the new teeth. My Fangs…, she admitted to herself, felt quite solid, and…

Functional.

Rachel grimaced at the thought, but allowed herself to consider the possibilities, or maybe even… benefits...

If felt wrong, but she knew she had to open herself to what was happening to her. So she began to wonder how Jenny had seemingly controlled hers so well.

When Rachel saw her lift up from Caleb’s crotch in the locker room, they were shorter. She obviously had not fully fanged out on his dick. She paused, remembering… Not like with me and Savannah…

The bite marks that she left behind on him, were also smaller… She ‘had’ been gentle with him. Just as he said.

She felt jealous, and suddenly found herself imagining doing the same for him, in an intimate setting.

She closed her eyes…

~ Unzipping his pants again… licking down his shaft, just like in the theater, before… Tasting… savoring… his oddly sweet and… unexpectedly pleasing fluids… and then, focusing in on one of the exposed veins on his dick and… ~

She felt them retract suddenly, as if conforming to her intentions. Her eyes shot open and she leaned back into the mirror to find them only slightly longer than her canines now.

Just long enough for a gentle bite, and a shallow penetration.

She blinked at herself in the mirror, meeting her own gaze. “Are you actually thinking about this right now?”

Feeling suddenly awkward and appalled by herself, she licked around her mouth and beckoned them, go away.

They seemed to recede, though reluctantly, as she started the shower water. She held her belly as she quelled the retaliatory hunger pains there, then slipped her panties down and off her legs, and stepped in.