I never wanted any of this.
Vampire....
Monster....
Never wanted any.
I just wanted a quiet life, just me, my fam... And of course my lovely girlfriend.
But fate. Damn fate had other plans for me and funny enough... It was the beginning of my torture.
It happened one day... It's not yet up to six months though. I was coming back from school after a hectic day — writing four papers and I was pretty tired and sleepy: I hadn't had enough sleep for days due to exam preparation and that day, I was just too exhausted to even walk.
I was heading back home and on my way, something caught my attention.
A rat?
A cat?
I really didn't know what it was but it was definitely a creature — reddish in color, tiny fangs protruding from its mouth... Worst of it all, it was too small... Barely unnoticeable.
I stopped walking and bent down to have a proper look at it and just as I was about to touch it, the thing bit me on my fingers.
Funny enough, it bit me and died instantly.
I didn't know what happened next because seconds later after I got bitten by the strange creature, I felt weirdly dizzy and collapsed on the ground.
Throughout the time I blanked out, I didn't know where I was. Instead, I just saw myself standing in the pool of blood surrounded by things or faces I was unfamiliar with.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was at home, in my room.
How come?!
I stood up from the floor... Hold on, why was I lying on the floor instead of the bed? I was too confused at the moment.
I undressed and went into the bathroom to take my bath but the reflection I was seeing on the mirror freaked me out.
I looked stunningly beautiful.
And I don't mean in the "I've-had-a-good-night's-sleep" kind of way. No. My skin was pale—too pale—but smooth like polished marble. My eyes were sharper, glowing faintly with a hue I couldn't name. My jawline had never looked that defined. My hair? Shinier. Neater. Almost... unnatural.
I should've been terrified.
But instead, I just stared at myself in awe. My fingers traced the mirror's surface, half-expecting it to be some sort of illusion. Then I smiled.
That's when I knew something was wrong. Deeply wrong.
The kind of smile I gave wasn't mine. It stretched wider than it should have, teeth just a little too perfect, a little too... hungry. My heart didn't race. My skin didn't crawl. Instead, something inside me purred.
And then the hunger hit.
It wasn't for food—not burgers, not pizza, not even water. It was a hollow ache that started in my chest and spread outward. I could hear my neighbor breathing from next door. I could smell him. Sweat. Skin. Blood.
Blood.
I stumbled back from the mirror, knocking over a stool. My breath came fast now, panic trying to claw its way through the calm exterior my body was holding onto.
"What the hell is happening to me?" I whispered.
No answer.
Except for the voice.
A soft, silken whisper in the back of my skull, like someone gently dragging their nails across my brain.
> You're evolving...
I shut my eyes. "Shut up. I'm not hearing this."
> You've never felt more alive. You like this. You like what you are now.
I did. That was the scary part.
That night, I didn't sleep. I just stood by the window, watching the neighborhood. Watching the people I used to think of as normal.
I imagined what their blood would taste like.
And I didn't even flinch.
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The next morning, my babe texted me.
"Hey babe. Wanna go for a walk later? Sunset? Just like always."
I stared at the message for a long time. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I could hear her voice in my head, soft and sweet, the way it always calmed me down during stressful days. Back when I was still human.
I typed:
"Sure. Usual spot?"
"Yep."
Before I knew it, sunset came too quickly.
I met her at the park. It was our favorite place—tall trees, the scent of damp grass, a dirt path barely lit by old streetlights. She looked stunning in the fading light, like she always did. Her smile made something twist in my chest.
But that wasn't the only thing twisting.
My throat burned. My stomach coiled into a tight knot. I could hear her heartbeat like a drum in my ears. The scent of her blood drifted from her skin like perfume.
"Hey," she said, reaching out to hold my hand. "You okay? You look... pale."
I nodded too quickly. "Didn't sleep well."
We walked in silence for a while. She talked about her day—exams, her mom being annoying again, a movie she wanted us to watch. I tried to focus. I really did.
But everything she said sounded distant, like I was underwater.
Her pulse was louder.
Her warmth radiated against me.
My vision started to blur, but not in a dizzy way. No—her neck was starting to glow. Her skin practically shimmered under the moonlight.
Then I blinked, and I was no longer in control.
I didn't feel myself leap. I didn't hear myself snarl. One second we were walking…
And the next, I was on top of her.
Her scream was muffled by my hand. Her eyes were wide, terrified. Her legs kicked wildly beneath me.
"Babe—babe, what—what are you—?!"
I saw myself. From the outside. Like I was a passenger in my own body.
My lips were at her neck.
And gods help me—I enjoyed it.
The scent, the closeness, the thrill. My fangs—yes, fangs—dug into her like they'd done it a hundred times before.
She gasped. Weakly. Her body jerked once. Then went still.
Blood. So warm and so sweet.
And just like that, I was back in control.
I stumbled off her, my hands shaking. She lay still on the ground, her eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted.
"No... no no no—"
I dropped to my knees beside her, trying to shake her awake, trying to do something, anything.
But then—her chest rose. Just barely.
And her eyes—her beautiful eyes—flashed open.
Red.
Glowing red.
She smiled.