As I sat there in the silence of my crying, and wondering waiting for something, someone to come and take over me, to hold me, to change me. My room lit by only the candles in the corners smelled of sweet dragons blood. Almost asleep in my home i winced once and again when i saw him standing there, he was tall, thin, and he had hair long, black, and thick like a horses mane. Face as pail as chalk i smiled as i thought he was a vision only in my dreams for i had seen him before. He smiled back slowly walking toward me, the closer he got the more he intreauged me. His eyes burned with passion with a lust for something, nothing i knew of, but he knew what he wanted, and that he could get it from me. As he came closer and closer with his smile drawn i saw his fangs, as i rose to my feet in shock he rose in mid air spread his arms and pounced on me i could only let out one scream befoe his fangs were deep in my flesh. At that moment while he was sucking the life out of me i could only think my life was comming to an end. No, not yet he let my body go and looked at me as i was almost dead walking away he turned to me again knelt down and bit his own wrist and told me to drink. I did as i was tol for i knew not what that would give me a gift, and a curse he gave me eturnal life. As a painshot through my body i arose with a hunger a hunger for blood.
A blood lust
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