Alice had always known that something was different about her little brother Adam. But she never could have imagined just how different.
It was late at night, and Alice was sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in a particularly juicy romance novel. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms above her head as she marked her place in the book. As she did, she caught a glimpse of something strange out of the corner of her eye.
She turned to look, and her heart nearly stopped. Adam, her sweet, innocent five-year-old brother, was standing in front of her, his eyes glowing a deep, fiery red and fangs protruding from his mouth.
"Adam?" Alice stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What on earth is going on?"
But Adam didn't answer. Instead, he let out a low growl and lunged at her, his small frame moving with surprising speed. Alice let out a scream and scrambled to her feet, darting towards the safety of the kitchen.
But Adam was relentless. He tackled her from behind, his small body slamming into hers with enough force to knock the wind out of her. Alice's head hit the ground with a sickening thud, and everything went black.
When Alice came to, she found herself stripped down to her black bralette and boyshorts, her limbs spread-eagle and bound by a red magical aura. She let out a cry of alarm, her heart racing as she looked around the room.
Adam was standing over her, a smug smile on his face. "You should have known better than to run, Alice," he said, his voice deep and husky.
Alice's mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. But before she could even think, Adam was on her, his mouth latched onto her inner thighs as he drank her blood.
Alice let out a cry of pain, her body writhing against the bonds that held her down. But it was no use. Adam was too strong, and she was completely at his mercy.
After what felt like an eternity, Adam finally pulled away, his mouth stained red with Alice's blood. He crawled up her body, positioning himself above her abdomen.
"Please, Adam," Alice begged, her voice trembling. "Don't hurt me."
But Adam didn't seem to hear her. He hesitated for a moment, then sank his fangs into Alice's neck, drinking her blood and letting out a pleasured moan.
Alice's head lolled to the side, her vision growing blurry as her strength faded. She was helpless, completely at the mercy of her own brother.
As Adam finished drinking, he began to lick Alice's bite marks, cleaning up any remaining blood. Alice watched him, her mind hazy with exhaustion.
Finally, Adam leaned in, nuzzling Alice's neck before sinking his fangs in once again. Alice let out a pained gasp as Adam drank deeply, enjoying the taste of her blood.
When it was over, Adam pulled away, leaving Alice weak and drained, but alive. He looked down at her, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Until next time, sister," he said, before turning and disappearing into the night.
Alice lay there, bound and helpless, her body aching and drained. But even in her weakened state, she couldn't help but feel a spark of fear.
The hunt had only just begun.
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