I never wanted to be this. I didn't want to hunt every night, seeking my prey as the world sleeps. I didn't ask for it. The night I died, I was just a girl. In the wrong place, at the wrong time. The vampyr that witnessed my dying found me just before I had crossed over to the Light. His powerful bite, his blood, his essence, infused into me. And when I woke, I was like him. Vampyr. Monster. Reviled and hated. He took me in, cared for me, and showed me what I had become. I hated it and loved it. Despised it and craved it. In my anger and disgust I dove deeper into the darkness, a witness to the unspeakable. I decided that if I was a monster, then I was going to BE the monster. Taking my pleasure in the hunt, the chase, the look of horror in my victims eyes when they realized what was about to happen... and then the pure extasy as I drank their life essence. Warm, delicious and oh so alive. But deep down, I knew I was not that. And so I came back to him, my Vampire ...
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