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Vampirism

by Missa Whitewolf

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August 3rd, 2001

Dear Diary,

Life is horrible. Or rather, death is horrible. I'm surprised I'm actually writing this, but I just need to get it out. Today, I've killed. My father is dead in his lab. I disgust myself, but the sensation of taking his life was...indescribable. I'm a killer now. How ironic...I once fought for good, and now I'm evil.

I suppose it all started, Diary, that night in Toyama. I shouldn't have been out alone, but I've always been alone. I was walking down an alley I had no desire to be home with my insane father. I was in the alley because I was trying to escape a group of thugs I'd seen. That's when I saw him. He had golden blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Maybe they were light violet, or a combination of the two. Oh, well. That doesn't matter now. He had pale white skin. I swear it could have glowed. His beauty held me, I was enthralled. Even Seiji, the most beautiful boy I've ever met, couldn't compare. He smiled at me, a soft, secret smile. Then, he opened his mouth, revealing two fangs, like a viper's, and held up his hands. He had claws... I stumbled backwards, in shock. One word formed in my mind. Vampire.

He rushed forward at an alarming speed and grabbed me. I yelled in surprise, but was quickly muffled by his strong hands. I tried to fight him, but he was too much for even me, a bearer of the sacred yoroi.

Digging his claws into my shoulders, making me cry out, he spoke to me in a foreign language. English. I regretted scoffing at Shin whenever he offered to teach me. Then he started speaking in French, a language I'd taken.

"Do you know what I am?" he asked me. I could feel his eyes gazing at me, seeming to pierce through my skin to reveal my veins and pulsing heart. I must have nodded. "Then you know you are either about to die or become one of us." I nodded again.

"Which do you desire? Immortality or cold, meaningless death. To live forever, to have more power than you can ever imagine. Only the sun as your enemy..." I think I might have agreed. The vampire grinned, gently pushing my head to one side to expose my neck. He cleanly cut my flesh with his deadly fangs.

The next thing I remember is a...seductive yet soothing feeling. My blood was being drawn out of me...And it felt so erotic..So good..I almost moaned. I remember suddenly feeling tired..But still I watched the light of the city from beyond the alley. I felt my heart stop and gasped..Only to find I couldn't gasp. I wasn't breathing! I was dead!

Wasn't I?

I remember panicking. I tried to scream. I had no voice. I couldn't move. I couldn't even cry, damn it! I was truly dead! Suddenly I felt like laughing. This was hell! I was in hell! And I found it damned near hysterical. Of course I couldn't laugh, but I figured I was insane anyway, so I couldn't have cared. I was insane and in hell. A madman!

Yet I stopped this..raving madness..when I felt a cool liquid run down my throat. I drank it hungrily. The ambrosia tasted almost like white wine. I couldn't have stopped if I tried...

I nearly groaned in protest when the vampire took the liquid away. I want more. I was so hungry..Or maybe it was thirst. Perhaps both...