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It was a combination of those damn siren-like chants and the forsaken cravings, the pains that felt like sharp claws scraping the inside of his stomach, that was driving him to his breaking point. He tried to look away. He really did. But as he put his head down, it happened.

The change is fast, but he felt everything. The uncomfortable shift of the bones in his face, the headache that was his brow line extending outward, the slanted claws edging out of his fingertips, and the top of his jaw and gums aching as the fangs slowly came down. His ears had been ringing and his eyes had felt like they were on fire before. But now he could hear heart beats that weren't his. And when he looked back up, revealing his face that matched the monsters that his friends had become, he could see a whole lot brighter.

The beast that had been forming in him was finally coming out to play. He had lost control.

As the others were finishing up their meal or burning the bodies on the roaring fire, there was one left remaining, the one the boys were hoping to save for Micheal. And just like they had hoped, he flew up, lunging toward the running victim. The man turned his head to look back just as he pinned him to the ground at brute force. Micheal grinned a sadistic fanged smile. Not being able to handle the hunger any more, he made use of his new claws, and swiped across the still screaming man's neck. In just one quick and rough slice, blood sprayed and dripped out. If the man stopped making noise, Micheal didn't notice. He couldn't hear anything anymore. He even managed to drown out the boy's cheers. He had been seeing the fear in this guy's eyes, but he felt no remorse now. Felt no pity. All he cared to hear was the man's own heart. More importantly, what it was pumping.

Wasting no time, Micheal quickly put his mouth to the open slit. Sucking, gulping, licking, biting the wound for more, trying to get as much as he could. The flavor of meat and iron tasted so sweet to him. It was going down his throat and dripping down his chin, finally giving him some satisfaction. He wasn't thinking. Thinking would only hold him back, like it already had. Only one thought mattered now. He was given the pleasure and the relief he needed. Having gotten his fix, he lifted himself back up from his first ever kill.

He huffed angrily looking at the corpse whose face was forever frozen in fear. Micheal didn't know the guy. In fact, he was pretty sure he might be a Nazi. But up until that night and that very moment, the thought of seriously killing someone had never crossed his mind. He would have never even thought he'd be capable of it. Let alone, violently slaughtering and consuming it. But here he was now. Having taken a life, drained him of and still covered in his blood, and had enjoyed every moment of it like some stick bastard. A murder. A monster from hell.

Micheal looked up towards the dark sky, his red and yellow eyes glowing in the night. It was all so clear now. He knew what he had done. He wasn't even told yet, but he knew what it ment. He was done for. He's not the same, he will never again be the same, even if he wanted to be. Micheal had become full vampire.

He felt his face relax and go back to normal. His fangs and claws reverted back to his regular teeth and nails. But he still had that aftertaste of iron left, and if he were to look down at his bloody hands, he'd notice bits of skin under his nails. But Micheal was instead looking up at David and the boys emerge from the sandy hill. They too had lost their vamp faces, but they were painted with red and their shirts were torn. And they still had this sinister and adrenaline filled look to them. Micheal didn't know if he was still scared of them. It’d be pretty hypocritical if he was. It was David who finally broke the silence.

"Now you know what we are. 

And now you know what you've become. 

From now on, you'll never grow old, Micheal. 

And you'll never die. But you must feed."

David was smiling at him. Usually it was a smirk, but this time a genuine smile, like he was proud of Micheal. Of course he'd be proud of him. He was probably planning this from the start. Micheal looked down again. Everything about this was wrong. Any sane person would know that. There was no way out, he knew that perfectly well. But he still had two choices left to make. 

Either, be consumed and overwhelmed by the grief of killing, hating himself and letting himself be absolute misery for all eternity. Or, except it. Embrace his new powers, leave it all behind and not think about the consequences at all. And instead follow David's advice to just "let go", be one of them, the group that is praising him and welcoming him with open arms. What would feel the best?

Micheal got up from under the kill. He picked it up, flew to where the boys were standing, got to the ground again and walked right past them, not looking at them just yet. He saw that behind them was the bonfire. Micheal had made his decision. He got closer and threw the body into the pile, causing hellfire to spark and roar again. He had been feeling numb, but now his emotions matched the dangerous and out of control flames.

Micheal began to laugh as he watched the remains go up in a blaze. The boys clapped and hollered at him. He hollered back. It made him feel powerful, like he was on top of the world. David walked up from behind him, now standing next to him in the red and orange hue cast from the flames.

"Thank you for joining us Micheal. It's going to be great having you here." 

The others were standing behind them as well. Micheal stared at the burning pile for just a few more seconds before turning his head. He looked at David and smiled back at him, a glimmer in his eye. 

"The pleasure's all mine."

David put his arm around his shoulder and Micheal let him. They turned back and joined the others as they joked and laughed some more, like they were any normal group of friends.