HISTORY| THE DAY I WAS BORN
OF BLOOD LUST AND SHAMEBLOOD.
The moment my eyes shot open, I craved for blood. I needed it. I wanted it.
I remember myself waking up in my mistress' bed- the previous original, my creator. It has not been too long since I became a vampire, yet it felt like I've been like this forever. Like it was meant to be. It felt tremendously fantastic. My senses, have heightened incredulously. It's like seeing the world in a new light, new perspective. I have never felt so alive.
I was about to get up, when my fingertips brushed something from the sheets- ashes, remains of its previous owner. I smirked. I own this now. I own everything now.
Euphoria- that's how it felt. From a distance I heard snapping of twigs, faint voices from a distance. At that one instant I bolted from the mansion towards where the humans are- towards where my first meal are.
In no less than ten minutes, I've murdered twenty people. four families, who will never know what hit them. Two infants, whose innocent blood had me intoxicated. I didn't care. I was hungry. They were at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
I was humming to a song I didn't know of as I came back to the mansion- to the place I once served and now owned. I was drunk with too much emotions- I was elated, I was on top of the world.
I plopped on a couch dreamily thinking of what should I do tomorrow, how many people should I kill for the next few days.Should I murder families again? Or should I go with young men? I giggled. Oh how lovely it woud be, to snap multiple necks at once.
BAM.
At once, my smile faded.
"You dare intrude my home?" I asked the figure that foolishly appeared in front of my doorstep.
Behind the mist, I can see him smirk. Deviously, as if taunting me.
5 pairs of feet shuffled behind him.
"Yes. And I brought friends too."
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