SHADOWS

She Changes

MORGAN

Cont…

I attempted to walked away, to maintain my dignity. "In your dreams, Carson," I spat, attempting to sound nonchalant.

But Carson wasn't buying my act. He pulled me back without warning, his lips crashed against mine. At first, I tried to fight back, but deep down, I wanted this. I wanted this moment for months, ever since I became a vampire. Jett (my boyfriend) X game, which had been more than enough for me as a human, now seemed unsatisfying.

Carson's kiss consumed my senses, and my body slowly surrendered to his touch. He pulled away, scanning my whole body with a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "I knew it," he said. "I wonder what poor Jett would think." He teased.

But I didn't care. I was tired of pretending, tired of denying my desires. I grabbed Carson and slammed my lips against his. He could feel how my body responded to him and we both knew there was no need to waste time. The party would probably end soon.

Carson unzipped himself as I did the same, He turned me towards the wall, and suddenly I felt him find his way deep inside me, he filled me up as I gasps for air. His fast and hard paced thrusts were exactly what I needed, a man in control, who didn't care about being gentle but knew how to hit the spot over and over again.

I moaned hard as my voice mixing with the party music, Carson expertly worked my body. He didn't ask stupid questions or wait for my answers, he just knew exactly what I wanted and did justice to it, he didn't paused and restart unlike Jett, he stood still, and hold me in place as he tint in and out, his next thrust stronger than the last, I could feel his gaze burning into my flesh, I could feel him smiling with satisfaction at the pleasure I was given him, my muscles became tense I knew in few more second I would reach the stars.

Suddenly Carson changed the position, I could tell he had sensed it and he was been selfish, his movements becoming even more intense, giving me the signal he wasn't done yet. my body responding to his selfish demands. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I still felt my o****m was building up again and he knew.

He moved me again, now I was facing him, his sky blue eyes has turned red were filled with hunger and lust. Before I could utter a word, he scooped me up, finding his way back inside me in seconds He continued his relentless pace, making sure to hit everywhere except the one spot I craved.

I knew he was being selfish, but this was what I expected from Carson. He was a master of manipulation, and I had found my way to be his willing pawn he was now in control of, Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Carson intentionally started targeted that sweet spot, and in a few seconds, I yelled out in pleasure, shortly after, Carson groaned, now I understand why he did that he had targeted his own release.

He didn't waste time as he zipped up his trousers and pulled up his shirt, his smirked yelled satisfaction. "My greatest pleasure, Morgan Green," he said scanning my naked body with a hint of pride.

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to dress and compose myself. I watched him go, and multiple feelings and emotions filled me, Carson had a hold on me, since I became a vampire, maybe it was because he sired me.

Back to the present

GEORGIA.

As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Lexy. That was my new name now. I was no longer Georgia. "I'm curious, what's up with that guy?" I asked, nodding toward Carson's retreating back.

Morgan chuckled mockingly. "Oh, he's grumpy about 90% of the time. Don't mind him; he thinks he's the only smart one among us."

Morgan opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pint of blood. My eyes widened, and I instinctively licked my lips watching Morgan drink the liquid. Jason sat quietly across me, his eyes fixed intently on me like he was expecting something. I wondered what was going through his mind. Then I remember I threw him through the window.

Hailey walked in, carrying several bags. I could tell that one of them was filled with clothes, while the other was stocked with pints of blood. I wondered if she was compelled to serve this people as it made more sense than her being friends with vampires. Reagan rushed over to Hailey, asking her to check if I was okay.

"She is fine Reagan," Hailey said, "Only her memories are gone, and I believe we all know why." She glanced around the room, her eyes locking onto Jason's before moving on to everyone else "So, I think it's for the best that we move on and celebrate that she's back... for now."

Hailey then walked towards me without a hint of fear in her eyes, which surprised me. Judging from the fact that I had attacked her barely 24 hours ago, I expected her to be more cautious. But then I realized that one of them must have compelled her, erasing her fear and making her more compliant with the situation.

As Hailey approached me, she held out a pint of blood. "Here, Georgia. You must be thirsty."she said. I took the pint from her, feeling gratitude towards this human witch who seemed to care for me despite what I had done to her

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I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep before my eyes snapped open. The hunger was unbearable. It burned through every part of me, twisting my stomach into knots. My throat felt like it was on fire, and the only thing my body craved was blood.

I quietly climbed out of bed, making sure not to wake anyone. The house was silent, the only sound coming from the ticking clock somewhere downstairs. My feet carried me toward the kitchen before I even realized where I was going.

I opened the refrigerator. I saw rows of pints of blood greeted me. Without thinking, I grabbed one and drank it in seconds. Then another. And another. By the time I reached the last one, only eight pints remained. I emptied them all. The bags dropped one after another onto the floor.

My breathing became heavier, this wasn’t enough, it wasn’t even close. my fangs throbbed painfully as they extended from my gums. My nails sharpened into claws, digging into my palms.

Every part of my body begged for something fresher. I needed to hunt. I need warm blood. Fresh blood. Suddenly, the kitchen lights flicked on.

“Georgia?” I spun around. Jason stood frozen in the doorway.

His eyes widened the moment he saw my face. My fangs. My black veins. The blood splattered around my mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked cautiously.

“I need blood,” I growled. His eyes dropped to the empty blood bags scattered across the floor. “I need blood!” I shouted again, my voice sounded almost animalistic.