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A tear, cold and venomous, it glides down my cheek. I lay on the bed as the powerful sound of explosives gush through my ears, pounding in my chest with each drop of a bomb. The children run and shriek in terror, desperate to take cover. As for me, I pray to my non-existing God hopelessly asking for death. “Please, let this be my last breath,” I utter to myself, ”oh God...” But then the bombs stop. I was not touched. Disbelief overpowers me. My eyes slowly open. I drag myself onto my feet feeling the cold harsh air of winter mixed with an un-air-conditioned apartment. It is simply torturous to be trapped, bound by my own flesh never to escape. I knew this 213 years ago, but I was a child then, and I didn’t understand what it meant. To be Vampire.





**Is it worth it to continue?