Iced Fangs

Uruha, a twenty-one year old man, was spending his birthday alone in a bar. He got a few drinks of beer before realizing he wasn’t actually enjoying himself. With no friends to call up or family to visit, he couldn’t help but feel alone. After one more swig of his beer, he stood and headed to the door, paying no mind to other civilians around him.
He was exiting the bar, slightly buzzed and very lonesome. Little did he know he had a follower. A beautiful, seemingly flawless woman followed him, her tall heels clicking and echoing through the alley they were located. Her amber colored hair waved like a torrent of flames around her head, jaw, and all the way down to her mid-waist. Having heard the clicks of her heels, he turns to greet her with a curious smile.
“Might I ask, why you are following me, young lady?” He smiles.
She laughs. “Young lady? Hardly young, child… I am much, much older than I appear… But you, Uruha, are practically a baby to me…” Uruha froze and stared at her, puzzled. She knew his name? How?
“Who are you?” He manages, stepping back once. She lets out another laugh.
“I am… soon to be your creator, my blood child…” Suddenly she vanishes and he feels something sharp, like a needle, jab him in the shoulder. Uruha turned only moments before passing out, catching a glimpse of the woman injecting him with something. He falls into her arms, everything turns black.
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Uruha wakes up tied down to a bed, his body feeling weak. He looks around with blurry vision and makes out the shape of the woman standing next to the bed. Had she been watching him? He squints to see she was grinning, her eyes seemed to glow red. This sent chills down his spine.
"W-what…are you doing to m-me?" He couldn't help but stutter, having to struggle just to speak. She climbs on top of him, straddling him. She looks at him, still grinning. He tugs at the ropes holding him but nothing budges.
The woman leans down to place her lips next to his neck where a vein pulsed in sync with his racing heart. He feels her cool breath brush against his prickled skin. She moves up a bit to his ear, whispering.

"You shall be mine, Uruha..." She then moves back down and starts kissing around his neck. He moves his knee up enough to nail her hard between the legs. She sits up and shakes her head.
"Human... you cannot hurt a vampire like that... Now stay still. I do not wish to make this more painful for you than it already will be."
He frowns and struggles more, a hand breaking free, the rope snapping on the other wrist too, and he tries to throw her off. But before he realized it, she had his wrists in her clawed hands, squeezing them painfully hard. She pins him, staring him down with her blood-craving eyes. She laughs and leans in close to his ear again.
"Oh... so you wanna play rough, huh?" She trails her tongue on his neck, making a soft growling sound. Then she pauses and speaks again, her voice more menacing than before. "I won't mind ripping a good chunk of skin off while I turn you... "Suddenly she leans back and opens her mouth wide. Long, sharp, white fangs lengthen fully just before she slams them down into his neck. He lets out a silent scream in pain, struggling and failing to get her off.
His movement causes the bite to become harsher as her predator instincts start kicking in. She pulls her head back a bit, teeth still in his neck, causing some of his skin to pull up and tear. He screams loud as tears stream down his face. Blood floods onto the bed beneath him and she begins to lick at the wound. There was no turning back now. He was already beginning the turning process.
After a bit longer of licking and sucking, she lets him out of her jaw's grip, getting off of him and standing. She looks down at her prey, admiring him for some odd reason.
"You really will make a nice little demon." She giggles and snaps the ropes on his legs, making him free to leave once he has finished turning. She turns and walks out, vanishing. He is left there to wallow in pain. As his blood spreads onto the bed, he feels his insides churning and twisting violently as they reassert themselves to accommodate for his loss of blood and him turning into a new creature.
Slowly, he feels himself dying but something is keeping his burning body alive. He feels as though acid floods his veins, liquid fire melting him from the inside out. He cries in pain as long as he can, unable to black out. Energy surges through his bloody body as it changes, morphing into the blood lust controlled monster which had attacked him. His breathing increases to a pant before slowing to a near stop. Every heartbeat feels like lightning striking him, his body seeming to quake each time.
After so long, his body and mind give into exhaustion, now allowing him to die. He blacks out, falling into the pit of darkness he believes is death, only to awaken to the same room of which he had been slaughtered. He sits up, holding his throat and gasping for air. He looks around, his body trembling. He stumbles to his feet; the only thought in his mind is his hunger. He sees the door and walks out it, not realizing his new speed or strength. He heads out to find a food source, aka blood.