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PROLOGUE:

Out of extreme irritation, I finally released my gaze from the dusty old book and glared at my best friend with more ferocity than a thousand tigers. A thousand HUNGRY tigers. And that's when she backed away.
"Sheesh, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your freaky bloodsucking session..... God."
Then she slammed her hands down onto the table and stomped away. I suddenly felt angry with myself. I had just given my best friend "the eye"-- or in this case, "the eyes"-- and she totally stormed off in a huff, leaving me angry... and I had no idea why I felt no remorse for what I had just done.

The following night was a nightmare. Hopefully I was dreaming the whole damn thing. Too bad that was wishful thinking. I lied in my bed on my back, my black satin pajamas flowing silkily over my legs as I constantly rolled on one side, then the other. I had no idea what the heck was going on. Almost every time I would normally get a little irritated, then move on, now I'd end up glaring at people and blowing up in their faces. And even though they were annoying, they really didn't deserve it. The static cling from my constant shifting around caused my pj's to cling to my legs like a small child. I smoothed the pants out and messed with the spiderweb lace. At that point, I decided to sit up and stare out the window, watching the ceaseless rain pour down the roof and drip off the edge. It was a truly boring ad depressing scene, even for a Goth, and I got tired of it and crawled to the other side of the room. It was pitch black, except for the small amount of light glowing from outside. Outside, a voice in my head urged. Go outside, where you will be free from the mundane world. Almost subconsciously, I stood and walked over to the window. I pressed my palms against the cool glass and breathed deeply. Fog covered a small circular section of the window. Go on, the voiced coaxed. Go be free. Escape. I grabbed the bottom of the window and pulled upward, finding to my surprise that it was not locked. It slid smoothly and I took one last look at my room before jumping out into the rain.

Run, get away. Find somewhere where life is scarce. Find a place where no one can see you, the voice inside my head urged me on through the ongoing rain. I ran in my silk pajamas, which were clinging to my body as if they were glued there. I had no shoes on, but apparently that didn't bother me one bit. I think I had run for at least like, 4 blocks straight when the voice suddenly shouted, STOP! I screeched to a halt and almost slipped in a puddle. There, the voice said, greedy pleasure evident in it's voice. That's the one. Your first meal. Go ahead. Take a bite. Discover how it feels to sink your fangs into flesh... and blood... warm and smooth, running down your throat as you take it from theirs'. I suddenly felt this..... this horrible thirst.... I didn't know what for exactly, but I was thirsty, there was no denying it. I felt a sort of throb in my gums.... it pulled down into my canines and... pushed them down? Made them sharper? Bigger? I suddenly felt like I needed to break flesh... like I needed to taste blood.... I stared at the young woman in front of me, her baby in a stroller with an umbrella wedged between them. I licked my newly-formed fangs.... and..... as my thirst overpowered me..... I licked my arm and brushed my tongue along the length of my arm until i stopped at the thick blue vein pulsing underneath my skin.... my skin..... just waiting to be broken open.... then I pricked the vein and it burst, sending a small amount of blood into my waiting mouth. I savored the flavor.... then progressed to the other side of the street.... where the mother and her baby stood..... I licked my canines again and smiled wickedly, thinking thoughts that were not my own....

(to be continued at a later date)