Rachel - Reborn into the night

Rachel woke up in her own bed. She felt extremely exhausted and tried her best to lift the heavy eyelids. But when she did, she noticed that despite all the curtains in her room were closed, and it was certainly dark outside, she could see things clearly. Everything was like vibrating with life, trembling in a way that she didn't have words to describe.

She slightly moved her body, but the gentle touches from the blanket covering her body and the sheets under her almost made her moan. Jesus! Rachel lifted up the blanket and looked down, only to find out that she wasn't wearing anything. She also noticed that there were a pair of small puncture wounds around the nipple of her left breast.

What are these? Rachel curiously touched them with her slender fingers and suddenly she was overwhelmed by an intense sensation of pleasure. Oh God, oh God... She moaned aloud and threw the blanket away before she rubbed her breast and dived into her cunt with the other hand to drown herself in the growing ecstasy. By the time she regained her consciousness, the sheets were already soaked in her juice that was flowing out between her thighs.

Rachel tried to focus her mind and figure out what happened, but she got nothing. Her memory stopped at her going in the bar and meeting her lover again, but she completely had no idea about what happened next or how she got back home. Why am I feeling so tired, and thirsty? Rachel felt parched, but she didn't even look at that cup of water sitting on the bedside table.

"Oh! Rachel, you're awake!" Her mother, Linda, walked in the room with a sense of strange happiness on her face.

"Mom!? Jesus... I... I'm sorry..." Rachel instinctively tried to cover her body and regretted that she has thrown the blanket too far away for her to grab. How the hell is the door not locked? She really wanted to hide, because she knew better that her mother wouldn't be happy when she found out that her daughter was just fingering herself.

"You don't need to be sorry, my dear." Linda sat in the chair by the bed and caressed her daughter's cheek softly. The warmth from her palm almost scorched the little girl as she dodge her almost immediately. "It's okay. My master has explained everything to me." Linda retreated her hand and smiled.

"Your... master? What the hell are you talking about?" Rachel was confused and scared. Her mother was a religious woman, and she would never use a word such as "master" to refer to God, or anyone else. Just what happened!?

"You don't remember? That's interesting. But you must be thirsty, my dear." Linda slowly unbuttoned her dress and revealed her clean neck to Rachel, "Come. Have a drink."

Rachel didn't even listen to what her mother was saying when she saw the vein pumping under the flesh of her neck. Her vision turned red in a few seconds and she felt something strange about her teeth. She licked her canines with her tongue and immediately got cut because there were a pair of sharp fangs there.

"What... happened to me..." Rachel was frightened, but she couldn't control her body anymore, not after her own blood flowed through her throat and destroyed what was left of her sanity.

"Mom... I'm sorry..." A drop of cold tear slid down Rachel's cheek when she lunged at her mother, pinned her down on the floor and plunged her fangs into her neck.

When Linda's sweet blood rushed through her body, Rachel's mind was flooded by a strong memory.

Rachel slowly woke up in the room on the second floor of the bar. She had a terrible fever, and she was confused about what happened. She heard some lewd noises behind her, so she quickly turned around. On the bed Fran was riding the poor bar owner with blood all around her mouth. Rachel didn't feel scared, at all. She even wanted to join them.

"Oh... You're awake..." Fran saw the girl standing up and she spoke between her moans, "Remember my commands... Rachel... and return home."

"Yes, Mistress." Rachel nodded obediently as she picked up her clothes and walked towards the door while dressing herself.

"And one more thing." Fran got up from the bed, walked towards Rachel while the bar owner's cum was still dripping down between her thighs, and added with a wicked smile, "After you leave this room, you won't remember what happened here until you finish your transformation and have your first drink. It's for our protection, as well as yours."

"I understand." Rachel replied with a smile.

"Good. My promise still stands. Come find me later. I'll be happy to show you our world myself." Fran smirked and returned to the bar owner, "You can still call me Fran, you know."

"Thank you, Mistress... Fran..."

Linda let out muffled moans as Rachel's fangs pierced deeper into her flesh. The smell of fresh blood filled the room, making Rachel's eyes glow with an ominous red light. Linda didn't even struggle, but just gently patted Rachel's hair when her daughter was sucking her blood from her neck, just like when her baby girl was sucking the milk from her breast years ago. By instinct, Linda sang a lullaby with a smile on her pale face.

Rachel could feel the warmth of the blood flowing into her mouth, nourishing her in a way she had never experienced before. The world around her blurred as her senses were overwhelmed by the primal urge to feed. She could hear her mother's faint whispers, but they meant nothing to her now. All that mattered was the blood.

When Linda finally stopped singing and passed out due to the blood loss, Rachel pulled her fangs out with a groan of satisfaction. She collapsed onto the floor beside her mother, panting heavily. This is wonderful, she smiled as she felt amazingly blissful about consuming the life **** of Linda, like being given birth by her mother again. She wanted to have more, but she remembered the commands from her mistress immediately. She needed her mother to be alive to spy on the priest's family and to cover her little secret.

Rachel licked the wounds on her mother's neck and healed them faster before she went to the bathroom. She was a little bit shocked by the absence of her reflection in the mirror. Looks like I need to be more careful around these things, she thought as she took a shower to clean up the mess all over her body.

After the hot and satisfying bath, and making sure not to leave any traces of blood or juice on her body, Rachel dressed herself carefully and covered the bite marks on her breast so that she wouldn't draw too much attention. She went back to carry Linda back to her own room, who was still **** with a faint smile lingering on her pale lips, and sighed a breath of relief. Rachel felt a little bit guilty for drinking too much from her mother, but it was quickly overshadowed by the insatiable thirst of her new appetite.

I'm still thirsty... Rachel took a deep breath and licked her teeth with thoughts of biting and fucking her first official prey she was about to find. She opened the front door of her house and stepped out into the night.