Sally isn't ready to kill...yet

Sally withdraws her fangs from Beatriz' thigh, licking it clean. The human's pulse is weak but steady: she'll live. I'm not ready to kill Sally thinks, ...yet.

Sally gets off the bed and stretches: she feels born again. She feels the warmth of the girl's blood coursing through her. She turns to the full length mirror hanging from Beatriz' door. For the first time, Sally gets a chance to admire her transformation. She runs her hands along her hips, up to her narrow waist, finally cupping her full breasts. These must have grown two cup sizes she thinks. She runs her fingers through her hair. No longer mousy, it feels twice as thick, no tangles, no split ends. Her facial features are subtly changed, but enough to transform her from pretty to stunning. She smiles in the mirror, loving her new fangs. Sally turns, admiring her firm round butt and shapely legs. She thinks she is a few inches taller but can't be sure. No wonder my legs were so sore.

Sally suddenly feels drowsy, and lays back down on the bed. She looks over at the sleeping Beatriz. She's really quite beautiful Sally thinks, thinking of the fun that she could have with the human.

Sally rolls onto her back. Her bloodlust dulled, other desires rise to the fore. Sally slides a hand down between her legs, and strokes her slit. Even masturbating feels better as a vampire she thinks, her index finger sliding inside herself as she bends her knees. With her other hand, she massages her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. With her index and pointer finger, Sally rubs slow circles over her clit, feeling herself building to a climax. She quickens her pace, her mouth open, moaning slightly. Sally comes, her toes curling, her lip quivering.

Sally rolls onto her side and pulls Beatriz close, pulling the covers over them, and promptly falls asleep.

The next night, Sally awakens, spooning Beatriz from behind. She is incredibly thirsty. Sally licks Beatriz' neck, and then bites down. Beatriz murmurs something, but is still quite disoriented. Sally drinks a few sips, but stops herself. Beatriz feels weak, her blood is thin. Nothing like the rich, thick taste of the previous night. I need to find someone else to feed on Sally thinks.

Sally puts on a blue dress she found in Beatriz' closet. Not a perfect fit, but passable she thinks, twirling in front of the mirror. She bends to give Beatriz a kiss on the forehead, and strides out of the apartment. She closes the door behind her, and starts thinking about where to find a real breakfast