Archived - Old Storyline - Another weird morning...

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

Rachels eyes shot open, and she quickly sat upright.

She looked around, and then down. Naked again, but on the couch this time.

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

“This can’t be real... this can’t be actually happening...” she says out-loud.

~flashes of memory return again. Orgasmic pleasure in her neck. Laying back against the couch as her spandex is removed. The mans cock pushing into her pussy as his body mounts and dominates her. The ecstasy of his violation, as he bites her again... and again... He is drinking... she can feel it... and she letting him, as her legs curl around his body.~

Buzzz, buzzz, buzzz.

Rachel came to again, and grasped her arms, rubbing them firmly, having suddenly realized she’s frigid, again. She grabbed her phone off the floor, silenced it, and stood up.

She looked down, checking her naked body over. It seemed unharmed, but she felt uncertain, concerned, scared...

Her eyes find the spandex and jersey on the floor as she walks to the bathroom, more evidence her memories may not be lying to her.

She tried to suppress everything and move on, like nothing happened, as she turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to arrive.

Her eyes glanced to the mirror. Her body seemed paler, and the marks on her neck...

Rachel stepped over to the mirror, inspecting again. They had been healing, but the two wounds were red and swollen now.

She slid her tongue up to her gumline, nervously, and she found what she already knew was there.

Rachel leaned in closer to the mirror, curling back her upper lip. The white ulcers, were not ulcers. The sharp pointed tips now protruding slightly from her gums could only be one thing.

Fangs.