Go to central hospital

"Melissa, could you... take me to central hospital? I need to see that Fran is okay." You were breathing heavily and felt the sweat dropping from your forehead.

"Alright. Hang on." The sergeant looked at you with concern, but she started the car anyway. You nearly passed out in the seat.

You arrived at central hospital at around 1 p.m.. Your condition wasn't getting worse as fast as you had expected, and you felt relieved. You found Fran in room 408, still haven't woken up, and the police officer, Jack, was looking after her. According to the doctor, the wounds on Fran's were deep and she fell **** due to her losing a lot of blood, but she should be able to wake up in a few hours and recover in a week.

You desperately went to her bedside and checked on her. She wasn't having a fever and there were no bite marks on her body. You sighed and cried out in relief. Thank God... She's okay... You prayed to the divine silently.

"Sergeant? How's the investigation at the bar?" Jack asked with a curious smile, "Where's Ernest?"

"There are vampires lurking in the bar and Ernest... uh..." You couldn't believe that Melissa straight up told Jack the truth, but apparently she hasn't recovered from losing one of her men yet.

"What!? Vampires? That's ridiculous! You must be joking!" Jack laughed out loud, but he calmed down seconds later when he saw the serious expression on the sergeant's face, "You can't be serious, right?"

Melissa stared at him quietly.

"Shit... What are we gonna do?" You could tell that Jack didn't completely believe this yet, but he believed Melissa and that's good enough.

"James... You've faced one of them before and survived. And there are dozens of them in that bar. They're afraid of the sun, which means we have less than 5 hours to deal with them. Once they get out, the city is doomed." Melissa turned to you when even she couldn't come up with an idea, "What should we do?"

You sneered at yourself because you knew that you survived only because Olivia let you go. What Melissa was worrying was imminent, but you actually didn't have any other good ideas.

"Melissa, I think you should find a man named Brandon in the church on 489 California Street. He knew well of those things and he must know how to kill them." You wrote Brandon's number on a note and handed it to her, "Here. This is how he contacted me."

"The church? That sounds good enough." Melissa accepted the note and her knitted eyebrows smoothed, "I'll go there now. You with me?"

"I'll stay here for a while, to see if Fran wakes up." You smiled and sat in the chair next to the bed, "I'll catch up with you later."

"Alright. Take the keys. You can drive my car when you leave. I'll take Jack's ride." She gave the officer a sign to go get the car before she left the room, "Take care, James."

"You too, Melissa." You nicely waved your hands at her.

You stayed in the room for about an hour. Fran was breathing more calmly and steadily, and it was a good sign. You watched her cute face from the bedside and you couldn't help but stroke her blonde hair. You came to realize that you haven't watched her sleeping since when you were kids. Not in the real world, at least, as you suddenly remembered the nightmare you just had last night.

Well, I should probably be going. You knew that Melissa would need your help in fighting those monsters and you also needed to go to church first to deal with your condition. You gently kissed on Fran's cheek and was ready to leave.

But when you stood up, an immense heat struck you instantly, like it was waiting for this exact moment to knock you down. The heat in your body was spreading so fast that you felt like you're burning. The world around you was spinning fast. You fell back in the chair and slightly groaned in pain.

What's happening... You asked yourself. But you knew the answer already. You're just refusing to accept it. You twitched and tried to scream for help, but you seemed to have lost the control of your body and you couldn't even feel anything except the heat. You fell **** after a minute of struggling.

Finally you opened your eyes again and the world was different. You were different. The sun has set, but you saw things clearly in the dark even when the light wasn't on. Everything in your eyes was shrouded in a red mist and you found it only natural in this way.

You could hear Fran's heartbeat. It's strong, lively, and you couldn't help but approach the bed and climb on top of her. You unbuttoned her clothes, tore off the bras and sniffed at her exposed breasts like a predator did his prey, inhaling her aroma. You tried but you couldn't stop yourself from rubbing her boobs. It's amazing, you thought. The warm delicacies in your hands felt like nothing you've touched before and you didn't want to stop.

Your cold breaths, you gentle touch or even your presence alone, woke Fran up, and she felt completely calm when she gazed at that pair of your crimson eyes in the dark.

"James... Ah... I'm glad you came to visit me..." She panted from the bliss you were giving her. She smiled and held your head down, bringing you closer to her.

You felt her hand shivering slightly, you could see the fear in her eyes behind the mesmerized smile on her face, but you thought it was just natural for her to feel strange when she saw the new you. Everything will be fine once she accepts and joins me, you washed all your doubts away as you thought.

You crawled back a little so that you could better taste her breast with your tongue. When your licked on her hardened nipple, Fran shivered more intensely and arched backward on the bed. She panted at first and began to moan louder when you suckled harder. So you held her down by placing one hand on her mouth and grabbing the breast with the other. You were trying to stop her from screaming and attracting more attention, but you found it unnecessary. Fran loved every second of this and she didn't even want to be interrupted.

You were salivating and Fran's breast was drenched. You saliva slid through her cleavage, ran down her belly and accumulated in her navel. She was drowned in that cool sensation and, after a sultry moan, she bit your hand with her lips tightly.

And that was the last straw, pushing your across the line between lust and thirst. You felt your canines elongating in your mouth. They were roughly a quarter inch longer than before and the tips were sharper, pointier. You loved the fangs you had, you couldn't wait to use them.

You didn't even ask for Fran's permission and bit on her breast. She's my loyal slut anyway, you thought as you pierced the flesh just slightly above the nipple and began to suck. She goggled at you and bit your hand harder at first, but soon she was calmed down and closed her eyes to further enjoy the flood of pleasure ravaging her body. She caressed your thigh and held your head with her hands gently, so that you could be more relax and focused more on your delicious meal.

You didn't draw too much blood from her, of course, as you didn't want to waste her so quickly. You sucked out a small amount at a time, licked it and savored it in your mouth, and repeated this again and again. Sometimes you squeezed her breast for blood with your hand, and Fran loved either way.

You were about to lose yourself to this overwhelming pleasure when a voice began to echo in your head.

Take her, James... Turn her and bring her to me... It was Olivia's voice. You mistress' voice and that was her command.

It was at this moment that a fragment of your humanity left deep in your mind sparkled. You looked at Fran. You saw through the mesmerized smile on her face and grasped her true feeling buried by your hypnosis.

Fear.

The memories you shared with her since your childhood flooded your mind with a strong feeling called love, and it might give you a chance and the strength to disobey your mistress. But did you actually want to?