Short: What Have I Become?

No… It couldn’t be happening; this is a horror story, a nightmare. Things like this don’t happen in reality. Humans don’t have supernatural powers and vampires don’t exist. Yet in front of my eyes stood the very contradiction to all that should be and all that can’t be. He, or it, was coming towards me; I was out of focus and didnt remember how I got here; or even how to run away. He leaned in toward me so I could see every detail of his carved face he was gorgeous. I had officially gone mad; I was calling a being that shouldn't exist, and most possibly my murderer, gorgeous. His breath was soft; it wasn't normal breathing, I think he breathed purely for show. His eyes were cool, a soft amethyst, but then I they changed. He leaned in even closer and I Started to be afraid, he could smell my fear, see the blood rise in my cheeks. His eyes transformed, from a soft non-violent shade to a pure black with a ruby outline, they were harsh; just looking into them sent my mind into panic. The vampire, there was no denying it now, moved my shirt so the base of my neck was bare. In second he would bite into the jugular, and I would die, I knew this I could imagine it. Then slowly and painfully I wasn't imagining it anymore. It was happening. I lost conscious I think, I thought I was dying, already dead. A soft light hit my eyes, but this was different than I had ever experienced. The light was sharp; I could see every detail and feel every bit of it. My senses were going crazy. I lifted my head, slowly; I could feel pain in my chest, like a heart attack. The pain was crawling through my body, yet I didn't pay attention to it. I could see, I had not known the meaning of seeing before now. The colors were vivid, I could see things I hadn't been able to see before, I was feeling more than I was seeing. My body was cold, and that pain I finally recognized was hunger. I needed something warm, I could feel what I wanted but my mind couldn't process it. My body had changed but my mind was still holding on to… my humanity. I heard voices, before they were spoken; I saw feet before they moved, and I smelled them before I knew what “Them” were. They were as equally as gorgeous as it, or him. I guess, I think, from what I know I am now one of them: A monster in a human guise. My mind still wasn't right, but it was giving in. “Am I as Gorgeous as them now” just like me to think of my looks when I was dyeing, or was I already dead. I couldn't exactly call this dead, I was alive, every bit of me was submitting to this power, the monster seemed so appealing to me. It was accept the monster's nature, or reject it and die. I knew this, both the human and beast within me. I loved vampires, when they were something I dreamed about, wished they were real. Be careful what you wish for, I get that now. My attention was drawn back to the vampires when he entered. I was drawn to him; he was my father, my brother, my creator, my destroyer, my love. He held out his hand, and as I reached out to him he disappeared and reappeared in an instant behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder and without words made me follow him out of the room. He took me to a woman, chained to the wall. He pulled her head up and bared her neck to me. He whispered so deep "Drink My Love.” I was resultant at first, I was human, or I was, and this was sadistic. Then the pain awakened again, it couldn't be ignored. I mimicked him when he, changed me, I leaned in close and bit viciously into her neck, I gave in to the beast, the monster, I gave up my humanity, my soul, and I drank deeply.