Grace is turned into a vampire - Salvation

"I'll save Grace."

Startled by the sudden sound of a familiar female voice, you tightened your grip on the knife and turned to the source of the voice. A woman was standing on the balcony, with her back to the moonlight, and her figure seeming almost holy. But you didn't dare let your guard down, because no ordinary human could have appeared there so suddenly.

The woman stepped into the room, and at last you saw her face clearly. It was May, who was wearing her black dress and fleece scarf as usual.

"You? What... Why..." You were shocked.

"You're still as clumsy at choosing the words for your questions as ever, Mr. Wilson. I said I don't really want to see you again, and this is why." May almost ignored you as she walked straight up to Grace.

"What are you going to do to her?" You asked. Just as before, you had already guessed the answer, yet you lacked the courage to face it.

"I think you already knew. I'm going to turn her into a vampire." May climbed on the bed and removed her fleece scarf. On the left side of her neck, you saw a pair of faint bite marks. So that was what the scarf was for.

"By saving her, you mean turning her into another kind of monster? This is wrong!" You questioned her.

"But better than letting her become a mindless beast, or just killing her." May straddled Grace and tilted her sister-in-law's head to the side. She whipped her own head backward and took a deep breath, extending her fangs.

"Then why didn't you just stay here and join the fight? You're a vampire, you're stronger than any of us! You could've made a difference!" You went up to May and grabbed her shoulder. You couldn't help but think that if she had stayed, perhaps Fran or Valerie would not have died. Perhaps...

May turned around and stared at you with her red eyes. You felt the pressure and didn't dare to move a bit. She didn't answer your question, but your conscience was not accepting this easily.

"Is this what Grace wants?" You decided to try one last argument with May.

"Unfortunately, she's in a coma. I'm her sister-in-law, and while George isn't here, I'm the only one who can make the decision for her." May gently removed your hand from her shoulder and pushed you away, "She's running out of time, Mr. Wilson. I hope you understand that."

"You evil vampire..." You backed a few steps further away, with the knife in your hand dropped on the floor.

"Yes. I surely am." She replied.

You watched silently as May leaned back down toward Grace's exposed neck. You had to face the consequences of your actions. A faint sound of fangs sinking into flesh sent a shudder through you, and Grace twitched slightly as May began to slowly drink from her.

Your mind was completely blank for a few moments. You didn't know what to expect, and you didn't know what you should do. You wondered if George would approve of this, if he would regret leaving his beloved sister to you, if he would forgive you for failing to protect her. You couldn't help but laugh at yourself. Melissa, Fran, Valerie, and Grace... Hell, you had failed to protect anyone.

A sharp, quiet gasp snapped you back to reality. May had pulled back and she was savoring the taste of Grace's blood on her fangs. She bit her wrist and pressed the wounds over Grace's mouth, feeding her her vampire blood. You were surprised to find out that you didn't feel wrong about this.

Several seconds later, May pulled her wrist away and licked it clean. Her own bite wounds healed immediately. She wrapped the fleece scarf around her neck again before she climbed off the bed, held the still unconscious Grace in her slender arms, and walked toward the balcony.

"I'm taking her back to the bookshop." She looked at you and said while retracting her fangs and turning her eyes black. "She'll feel more comfortable waking up in a familiar place. Goodbye, Mr. Wilson." She swiftly jumped down from the balcony and disappeared into the night.

You were alone in the guest room, and the silence was killing you. You grabbed one of the syringes of cure in your hand and, after a brief moment lost in thought, injected yourself with it. The sensation that flooded your veins was ten times stronger than the one the usual monkshood solution gave you. You felt the world around you spinning, and you almost collapsed on the floor.

Fortunately, it came quickly and went just as quickly. You soon returned to normal, more normal than you had been in over a week. You had finally cured the lycanthropy infection. But the price for the cure was far too high.

You went back to the foyer. Nathan was still sitting beside Valerie, sobbing.

"Dr. Jones... How are you doing?" You gently patted him on the shoulder.

"She asked me to have dinner with her. That was supposed to be our first proper date in 18 years. Was that your idea? Thank you, James. It means a lot." Nathan wiped his tears and got up before he turned to you. Even after knowing that the dinner they had promised each other would never come to pass, he gave you a bitter smile. "How's Grace?" He asked.

"She, uh... Someone took her away. It's hard to explain." You didn't know how to start.

"Fine..." Nathan didn't even ask. He was just tired of all this shit.

"What are you going to do now?" You asked. Looking at the bloody mess around you, you didn't know what to do.

"What happened here must not be known. I will burn this place down and bury all the secrets. People will be curious, some of them will ask questions, but none of them will remember for long." He looked at Valerie's corpse and sighed.

"I'll help you."

You and Nathan set the whole mansion on fire, with all the dead inside. Watching it burn, you bade Fran a silent, final farewell.

When you made it back to town with Nathan, it was already close to 5:00 in the morning on June 8th. Your strength was gradually giving out. The moment you got back to your hotel room, you felt extremely tired. After a simple shower, you collapsed onto the bed and sank into a heavy, dazed sleep.

You didn't know how many times you were jolted awake by nightmares or woke up crying. By the time you finally came fully awake again, it was already 17:00 in the afternoon. You quickly got out of bed, and went out of the room again.

You arrived at the G&M bookshop. It was still closed, but you could definitely hear some movement inside. You opened the door and walked in, with the bell above your head tinkling.

Instinctively, you went to the reading room on the first floor. The curtains on the surrounding windows had all been drawn, and not a trace of sunlight came through. There, in this darkness as always, May was reading a book on the sofa.

"You didn't even consider knocking, Mr. Wilson." She didn't raise her head to greet you, just continued reading.

"I'm sorry." You sat in the chair opposite her like the last time. "How's Grace?" You asked.

"She's in her room, on the second floor. As for how you define if she's okay or not, I'm afraid you'll have to find out yourself." She casually replied, still not looking at you.

"What happens next?"

"I'll go back to George, and help settle in our new home. Whether Grace wants to come or not is her own decision. I will not force her. She's still my family." May finally put down the book and gave you a smile.

"You mean she's your child, your vampire progeny." You frowned.

"I would not use either of those words. I don't want to control her, and I never will." May shook her head before she looked into your eyes, "What's important is who she is to you."

"She's... everything I had left." Ever since you cured the lycanthropy infection, your mind has been blank. To get the cure, you've lost so many things that used to be there. You were almost an empty shell that needed to be filled. You didn't know what to do if you had lost Grace, too.

"Then I hope you deserve her love, and she cherishes yours." She said.

"You really don't like those vampires I've seen. They were obsessive, bloodthirsty, and... sex-driven." You didn't understand her after everything you'd been through.

"What makes you think I'm not?" She gave you a wicked grin.

"Because I'm right here, and I'm still alive." You took a deep breath before you continued.

"And I'm pretty sure that you are very tasty now, since your blood isn't tainted anymore." She playfully smiled at you, "But how I feel and what I think don't mean I have to act on them."

You lowered your head and remained silent.

"I'll leave in an hour, when the sun sets. You do what you want."

You nodded, stood up, but stayed there for a long moment.

"Can I ask you one more question?" You looked into her eyes. May didn't say anything but just stared at you curiously. "How do you feel... about turning Grace?" You asked.

The smile on her face froze in an instant. "Finally a good question, Mr. Wilson, and a tricky one." She picked up the book again and avoided your gaze.

"I'm sorry if I offended you." You turned and walked away.

"I felt sad before I did it, I felt great when I was doing it, and I felt uneasy after I had done it." She replied with a helpless smile and returned to reading.

Hearing this, you sighed faintly, didn't look back, and just headed up the staircase toward Grace's room. Your steps were soft on the stairs, but your heartbeats were loud in your ears. You were gathering the courage to face what was to come. When you reached the closed door, you slowly raised your hand.

"Is it James?" Grace's voice came from inside before you knocked.

"Yes." You wondered if she had heard your footsteps, "May I come in?"

"Okay..." She replied softly.

You turned the handle, gently pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Grace was sitting quietly on the bed with her arms wrapped around her legs. The curtains in the room had been drawn, just as they were downstairs, and only a slice of sunlight slipped in. She stared at that bar of light on the floor, and only when you walked in did she finally lift her head and look at you.

She had changed into a clean white tracksuit, yet her face seemed even paler than the clothes themselves. The bite marks on the right side of her neck were fresh and clear, and her brown eyes were more captivating than ever. You casually walked up to her and sat in the small chair by the bed.

"Hi, Grace." You smiled as calmly as possible, "How do you feel?"

"Different." She sighed. "Everything looks different, smells different. You... smell different." She looked around the room, then her gaze settled on your face before slowly sliding down to your chin, and then your neck.

"I took a shower. Sure I smell better now." You tried to make a joke.

Grace didn't respond as she kept staring at your neck. It was impossible for you to ignore the hunger in her eyes. You should have been scared, but you weren't, because you knew that she was more scared.

"Hey, are you okay?" You held her hand to comfort her. It was cold.

Grace hastily withdrew her hand as if your warmth had burned her. In a panic, she retreated back into the corner of the bed, seemingly trying to distance herself from you. You felt guilty seeing her like this.

If you had controlled yourself downstairs between the shelves that morning, if you hadn't made an excuse to go to her room at the mansion that night, perhaps none of this would ever have happened. You felt responsible for everything, and you wanted to make up for it. So you took a further step and sat by the edge of the bed.

"Please don't..." Grace said in a crying tone. "You're finally cured, and I'm the monster now..." She was slightly trembling.

What a twist, you thought. She was by your side when you were struggling with your condition. How could you not stay by hers when she was the one in pain now?

"Grace... I've lost so much, and I'm not losing you. I'm not gonna leave you alone and afraid." You kept approaching her.

"James... I..." Grace had nowhere left to retreat now.

You gently caught her chin and kissed her on the lips. Her cold body tensed for a brief moment before melting into your kiss. She gradually relaxed, with her legs slowly stretching out, and she cupped your face in both hands and began to kiss you back.

Your tongues intertwined and formed a connection between the two of you. The aphrodisiac now in her saliva took effect quickly. When you finally broke off the kiss, you just felt hot. You felt like your mind was being shrouded in a red mist, but you just didn't care anymore. Your cheeks flushed red as you gazed at her, at her glistening eyes and her soft lips. A faint smile spread across your face.

"Is this the better spot?" You gently took her hand and laced your fingers with hers.

"James... I love you..." She whispered.

"I'll take that as a yes..." You smiled.

There was no room for hesitation now. You took off your clothes and tossed them aside, while Grace just stared at your naked chest with an adoring smile. You laid her on the bed and engaged in a more passionate kiss. Her hands gently stroked your back, sending blissful shivers through your spine every second.

You dived deeper into her mouth with your tongue. When you teased her canines, you could feel her quivering beneath you. Aroused by the kiss, Grace flipped you over in what seemed like a little push, and pinned you down on the bed. She was much stronger than she used to be, and definitely stronger than you.

Grace straddled you with her knees on both sides of your hips, and began to undress. She gasped heavily when she threw her tracksuit and bra away, revealing her perfectly curved body. You pulled her trousers down to where you could see her juicy cunt clearly. She reached her hand down there and rubbed her clit intensely.

She arched backward and moaned. Her breath grew faster and faster as she drowned herself in lust deeper and deeper. You reached up to tuck strands of her short hair behind her ear, and brushed the bite marks on her neck gently, while grabbing her breast with the other hand. She moaned louder, and her finger was moving faster over her intimacy.

"James... Oh, James..." Grace convulsed briefly before she slowed down. A small stream of cold juice escaped her pussy and wet her finger. She curiously put the finger in her mouth and sucked it. "Ah..." She closed her eyes and let out a satisfying moan.

You unzipped your trousers and set your manhood loose. It was hard and ready. Grace looked at you lustfully as she held your waist with both hands. She carefully lined herself up and slowly sank down.

You felt like your hot shaft was being wrapped by a brick of ice, yet it felt unusually amazing. The coldness didn't seep into your body, but was melted by your warmth, and surrounded the atmosphere to heighten your senses. Both of you gasped intensely at the same time at the perfect, intimate connection.

Grace started moving slowly at first, and she threw her head back to adapt to the newfound, mind-flaying pleasure that was spreading through her body like a tide, crashing against every nerve, leaving no part of her untouched. Her moans were heavy and sultry. You held her hips tightly, with your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you guided her rhythm, helping her move faster, and drawing you both deeper into the moment.

Her moans and pants matched every movement, rising and falling in a perfect rhythm. They were getting more intense as you fastened the pace, and at some point, they became hisses and growls, sharp and feral.

You looked up at her face, searching for the source of change, and found a pair of tiny fangs where her upper canines used to be, subtle but delicate. She lowered her head after a long breath, her chest heaving as the shudder passed through her and left a strange quiet in its wake. And when she lifted her gaze again, you found her captivating eyes shining an alluring red light in the dim room.

Grace leaned down, with her cold and firm breasts pressing against your chest, and captured your mouth in another hungry kiss. You tasted her cold saliva and further drowned yourself in the irresistible lust, while buckling up your hips instinctively to meet her heavy slams. The heat was accumulating in your lower part, and you felt your peak approaching.

She released your lips, moved hers to your cheek, and further down. She stopped there and quivered slightly. You could feel her cold breath against your neck, hear the sound of her gritting her teeth, as she opened her mouth and then forced it shut over and over.

You didn't see her face, but you already knew everything from her reactions. She was struggling with something you understood well. You gently patted the back of her head, stroked her soft hair, and smiled.

"It's okay, Grace. It's okay..." You whispered in her ear.

After a short moment, a sharp pain in your neck spread a flood of numbness through your body, at the very same moment when the convulsions of Grace's cunt pushed you over the edge. Your seed rushed into her womb, while your blood flowed through her throat.

She pulled herself up a few seconds later and stared into your eyes, with hers in tears. Your blood was still dripping down from the corners of her mouth. She panted heavily as she slowly tilted your head to the side with her now sharpened fingernails.

"Ah... I love you, James... I love you, I love you, I love you..." She kept repeating her confession in a crying tone before she bent down and buried her fangs in your neck for more.

The second time, there wasn't pain anymore, but just pure pleasure. Hearing her sweet gulping sounds, you slowly closed your eyes. You joyfully fainted from exhaustion as you knew that you had given her everything you had.