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Two hours ago, the party room was full of life and laughter. Now it was full of death and silence. Well, nearly silence. The vampire that caused the massacre loudly slurped on the blood of one of the men. The man, the victim, you didn’t know his name, but you knew he had a loving family that was waiting for him to come back home. Little did they know, they would never see him again.

In the panic of everything, you had managed to cram yourself into a wardrobe and avoided having your throat ripped out, but now, you think you would have preferred for you to die when everyone else did. 

Because if you did, you wouldn’t have had to watch.

The vampire looked to be a teenage girl, but for all you knew, she could have been over two hundred. Her auburn hair was tied back, but her eating was so animalistic that she still managed to get blood in it. You stayed quiet through everything, even when she started to devour sweet, old Caroline, but then you foolishly let out a small cry.

She was on you instantly. The wardrobe door was torn off its hinges, and her steel hand wrapped around your throat. She slammed you into the wall, pushing her face into your neck, breathing in deeply. Only then did you realise how eretheral she was. 

“Nearly got away, didn’t ya’?” she sneered, her tongue dragging down your neck. 

Your heart pounded in your ears, and your stomach churned uncomfortably. You wished to sound brave, but your body betrayed you and shook with each sob. “Please, don’t do this.”

Your plea only made her laugh. Fighting back was useless; her strength was unmatchable. Not even ten men combined would match it. But you still tried to pry her dead hands from your neck and kick at her. Like you expected, it was useless.

You thought that a vampire’s fangs digging into your flesh would be the most painful thing in the universe, but you barely felt it. It was a small prick, and a wave of horniness washed over you. It was like something had taken control of you. Three seconds ago, you were absolutely terrified. Now you were a desperate mess.

“Please,” you begged, but this time you weren’t begging for life; it was for her.

As her fingers were shoved into your pants, past your underwear, and found their place on your clit, she greedily drank from your neck. The blood loss should have made you feel nauseous, but all you felt was euphoria. It was like she knew your body like the back of your hand. Her fast fingers quickly brought you to the edge of an orgasm, and you couldn’t control the sinful sounds that left your throat.

She pulled away from your neck, her tongue swiping over her blood-covered lips. Her bright red eyes locked onto your face as you came. It was as if watching you made something snap inside of her. Her fangs were back into your neck, but this time, it was different. It felt like your internal organs had been set on fire and were simultaneously being stabbed with a knife over and over. You screamed until your throat was raw and torn up. 

“It’s okay,” the vampire cooed, holding your body upright as you withered in pain. “You’re going to be born anew.” 

The pain faltered slightly. With teary eyes, you realised that as you looked around the room of bleeding bodies, you were no longer disgusted; in fact, you were hungry by the sight. A pit of dread settled in your stomach. 

“What…” the words died on your tongue.

She took your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes. Her face was different. She didn’t seem to look monstrous. She looked, well, beautiful. Her lips pushed against yours, and it took you a few moments to kiss her back. Your blood seeped into your mouth, a taste that used to make you gag, but not anymore. You craved to taste more of it. No, you needed to taste it more.

You shoved her away from you and gasped for air. Something was wrong. Very wrong. You couldn’t look away from the bodies; you were drawn towards them. The smell of blood was overpowering. 

“The fuck did you do to me?” you cried.

She tried to step into your space again, but with the strength you didn’t have before, you kept her back. Nervously, you licked your lips and teeth, and that’s when you felt them. Fangs. 

“Are you hungry?” she asked, gesturing to the massacre. 

Yes. Yes, you were fucking hungry. It didn’t make sense. You had eaten well at the party, but now it was like you never had. You were absolutely starving.

“Your first bloodlust is uncontrollable. Let me help you ease into it.”

You were shaking. From fear or anger, you weren’t sure. “Stop talking.”

“I can-”

Before you realised it, you’re snarling and pinning her to the wall. Your strength was unbelievable. Where she was pinned, the wall had cracked from the force. She didn’t fight back, only grinned.

“What did you do to me?” you raged.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you don’t need me to spell it out.” 

No, no, this wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real. You stepped back, shaking your head in disbelief. She tried to move towards you again, but you hissed. You fucking hissed at her.