Take her.

“Yes,” you answer simply, your voice breathy and low. You can feel the cold from earlier vanishing as you loom over your tiny roommate, here eyes growing wide with confusion. “There’s a lot I think I want right now.”

“Jaq?” her question is equal parts meek and eager as one of your hands cups her face. Despite the contested nature of her tone, her body leans up as you lean down. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, if you don’t want me to. But you asked if there was anything you could do for me,” you explain in a trance, the sound of her pulse becoming heavy and rich in your ears. Your lips are only an inch or so away from hers. “Do you want to help me?” She bites her lip and nods vigorously, pushing past whatever awkwardness was confusing her a moment ago.

Eva groans as you kiss her hard, wrapping her arms around you as you do the same with one arm and guide her head with the other. She doesn’t taste like you think she would. While you can detect the hint of her cinnamon lip balm, the other flavors are exotic and sweet, enticing promises of more enjoyable sensations if you just keep going. It’s not like any other kiss you’ve ever had. Your tongue probes gently in to her mouth as you guide her back to her bed, and she responds in kind, letting you lift her up and rest her sexy, taut ass on the mattress.

As you kiss down her neck, the two of you crawl entirely on to the bed, her squirming under you, legs sliding up yours as she pants harder, clearly enjoying you taking control like this. For your part, your pussy doesn’t feel strangely dry anymore and the cold feels like a distant memory with your roommate pinned under you.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” she gasps out as one of your hands strokes up the side of her body, then gently teases one of her breasts with a light squeeze. “Mm, what the hell’s going on with you?”

“I just …” you answer, kissing her neck between every few words, “decided … that I know … what I want. Problem?” She shakes her head, then groans as you suck, definitely hard enough to leave a hickey. The feeling of blood rising beneath her skin isn’t one you’ve been able to detect in your previous lovers beyond a vague, warm sensations, but hers feels violent and unrestrained, rushing up to meet you. You can’t help it.

A small “click,” signals your fangs dropping as you open your mouth slowly around her throat, then close down. The small, sharp points sink into Eva’s beautiful, light brown skin, punching into her veins as you hungrily begin to drink her blood. It’s the most amazing thing you’ve ever tasted, washing thoughts of your thirst away as the sweet, crisp flavor floods your senses. You can feel yourself getting more turned-on just by doing this, groaning as you drink from her, and you vaguely hear her words. Despite it feeling so great, you **** yourself to listen all the same.

“Don’t …” she pants a few times, making you start to pull away before she manages to continue, “don’t you fucking stop. Whatever that is, please keep doing it! Oh, fuck, I swear, I’m going to cum, Jaq! Please please please keep going, oh my Gooooooooood!” Her screams peaks at the end as you realize she’s having an orgasm right now from you taking her blood. She writhes and bucks under you, pushing her crotch against your leg through your dresses as you feel the vague, warm sensation of her squirting through two layers of fabric, minimum. Your hand squeezes her chest harder, a little painfully, making her arch her back and moan powerfully before suddenly falling very quiet. As you **** yourself to draw back your fangs, you get distracted by the dripping of blood from her neck and lick it so as not to waste any, then lean back up to see how she’s doing. “Jaq?” her voice is happy, but weak and hazy. “I feel … really sleepy … do you feel sleepy?”

Not only do you not feel sleepy, but as you shake off your lust-and-hunger-induced fog, you realize there’s a very real chance you took too much. Checking her pulse immediately confirms it, weak and irregular, showing signs of failing the longer she goes without medical attention. But you can’t get her to a hospital in time, and the school nurse wont’ know what to do about dramatic blood loss. She waves her hand vaguely at something you’re not hearing. She giggles once, then falls dead silent except the ever-sinking respiration she’s producing.

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking her shoulders, trying to get her to focus. Her eyes only flutter before closing again. “No no no no no!” You spin around and grab the drawer you keep your emergency kit in, pulling it out so fast it tears the drawer clear off its moorings. It smashes violently against the wall when you let go, scattering the kit’s cargo all over the room. Even a quick, scattered search tells you that nothing among disinfectants, band-aids, and antibiotics is going to replace a critical loss of blood.

‘Look, just finish it,’ a voice that sounds like yours thinks in your head. It’s … different, but you can’t describe how. ‘She’s going to die anyway. And you know what you are now, right? Fangs, drinking blood, it’s not exactly rocket science.’ You grab your head, trying to **** the thoughts away. ‘You’re a vampire now, kid. And you just killed your best friend. So, why not embrace it already? Finish her. Go next door. Take Sam and Kelly. They won’t be able to stop you. Remember how good drinking her felt? Remember how good she felt? They’re only human. They’re going to die anyway. You’re doing them a favor.’

You scream as you stand up, bolt upright over Eva’s body as you notice her breathing has almost entirely stopped. She’s not gone yet. But what can you do? The only other thought that occurs to you is … insane. It wouldn’t work. Would it? What the fuck do you know about what works and doesn’t here? You almost ate your roommate! Trying’s better than not trying. Then again … you are still hungry … and she still looks so delicious …