At some point I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew, a vampire had two fangs in my neck, and I was feeling very light-headed. When the vampire noticed the horrified look on my face, he smiled evilly and took off, the same way he came.
Ever since then, I began to wake up in the middle of the night, yearning for blood to satisfy my unquenchable thirst. Water had no effect, and since I refused to suck blood, I was close to insomnia, barely sleeping in the night, because I was not satisfied.
After this had been going on for months, and I was more tired than ever, I gave in, starting with visiting local houses, and then moving on to farther targets, until I was living in what seemed to be a vampire town. But other than me, no one else knew that other citizens shared their predicament, so everyone watches their backs, worrying that someone will find their secret. Maybe you’re wondering why I don’t just tell them, stop them before they go insane. Well the answer is I’m just evil like that.