Prelouge: How I Came to Be

Scratches on my window, faceless strangers in the street, foreign howls that haunt my waking moments and plague my fitful dreams; only few of the symptoms that come with my incurable illness. The heartbeat in the next room thump thump, thump thump calls to me Turning Turning, Vampire Vampire. I close my eyes and place a hand to my searing skin trying to smother the voices and the heartbeat with denial. My body resents me, repels against me, violently casting itself across my room and I find myself revealing in thoughts of black gluttony. No! My nails dig deep grooves into the wood and I hear my nails tear free of my fingers. I bite down on my lip to stop from screaming and my body shudders to a stop. Rich blood slides down my willing throat and my fingers touch the ivory shards that now protrude from my mouth.

I turn to the window and find him there, hidden in the darkest shadow. So how can I see him? I stare to the skies and find the stars brighter than I had ever believed possible, radiating like tiny suns onto the world below. A tiny flutter in my chest, a fragile attempt to batter the poison that has now tainted my veins. But I wanted this….I wanted this so much. Another flutter and I gasp as my body finishes its agonizing and cruel death.

I can see the pain in his eyes and the silent fear etched into my skin through the reflections his crimson orbs return. Falling to my knees I feel it surge through my corpse, a power unlike anything I had ever experience before. I could feel the muscles in my body elongate and tense, the muscles of a killer. I see everything in perfect clarity through my brand new eyes, the eyes of a predator. He bares his wrist to me and I pierce the flesh with ivory fangs, the fangs of a Vampire.

And that was how I came to be….