Chapter 13

Time for Spanish class, of course, and there I met with a major lip lock from Sadie Turner, of all people. Jessica Cortez, my homeroom and Spanish teacher, raised an eyebrow playfully as she saw that, and then winked at both of us. She also made a point of showing me no small amount of her cleavage by virtue of no fucking bra under her blouse. Nor was said blouse fully buttoned, either. When she caught noticing these facts, she gave me a coy smile and another wink before running her tongue across her lips. There was no question now that she was flirting with me.

Jesus, I thought, this was my favorite teacher and I definitely welcomed the feminine attention lavished on me suddenly, in stark contrast to the past. To be fair, though, Jessica Cortez was always a little playful and warm with me, far more than with most students of either sex. This, though, made it clear that I wasn’t just the teacher’s pet anymore. I was a man who she desired very much.

I had very mixed feelings about the extent to which everyone seemed to ogle me in class. I felt rather flattered, of course, but at the same time, I wondered if this was the new normal, and if so, what would I do if ever needed to keep a low profile for some reason? Would that even be possible, or would I always stand out in a crowd now, every eye admiring and desiring me? It was all well and good ... until one might need to be incognito and anonymous for some reason. Well, that was a problem for another day, and I didn’t have much say or control about this yet, did I, if I ever would?

For whatever reason, Jessica only wanted us to use more sexually explicit words in Spanish today. Profanity. Sexually charged phrases, things like that. It was very much out of character for a supposedly devout Jehovah’s Witness wife and mother, wasn’t it? I wasn’t gonna complain, though, and evidently, neither was anyone else.

Then things really got weird, because a stranger walked right up to Jessica in the middle of class and asked, “Are you Jessica Cortez?”

“Of course, I am! This is my Spanish class!” Jessica insisted.

“Congratulations. You’ve been served,” the man told her with a very sad look on his face, “just for the record, ma’am, and I never comment, but it’s his loss, not yours. He’s a damn fool.”

Jessica smiled a little bit at that, but then broke down into tears. I had enough. I wasn’t going to let her go through life with that kind of pain. I wasn’t going to let her suffer whatever guilt or shame or feeling of humiliation for too long. I grabbed her blouse, opened it further, and sank my fangs into her breasts in front of everyone present. I had waited quite long enough for this.

“Wait ... what ... are ... you doing?” Jessica started to protest.

“Turning you, babe. You deserve some joy in your life ... and to be past all of the guilt, shame, pain, and such. Ever since we met, you’ve treated me with one kindness after another. It’s time for me to repay that kindness by making you immortal. You will die, but you will then return as one of us. Creatures of the night. A vampire. You’re going to become a vampire, just like me, Jessica Cortez. You’ll definitely outlive his sorry ass and get to dance on his grave if you wish it, no matter how long that takes,” I told my teacher and she surrendered completely to my bite.