PSM V07 D665 Vampire bat of south america
It was an ordinary winter day, about a week after Christmas. I was minding my own business, watching TV, surfing the Internet, and all sorts of stuff. I must admit, it was a really boring day.

The day passed, it was about midnight. Bored like hell, I almost fell asleep, so I decided to go to bed. Just before I could reach my room, the lights flashed a little bit and kinda strange sounds could be heard. I thought it was just a random blackout, so I just tried to sleep.

One hour passed, I woke up from a horrible nightmare. Everything was bloody red, corpses everywhere, and me, standing barefoot in the snow, with clothes soaked in blood.

Fortunately, a hellish scream woke me up. I saw a shadow, like a human silhouette, but just for a couple of seconds. Was that my imagination, maybe I wasn’t completely awake? All I can remember after these events is that the next morning, I woke up with a pretty bad pain in my neck.

Days have passed. Definitely, something inside me is changing. I was not myself. I lived in fear, but even I had no idea what I was actually fearing. I started to behave differently, I stopped talking to my friends, I stopped any sort of communication with people. I even started to skip school.

One day, while doing some homework, I accidentally cut myself. I ignored that cut, considering it was really small and insignificant. A very little amount of blood was spilled, but I observed that.

Everything turned red, I felt extremely powerful, like a beast. I quickly rushed and started to suck my own blood. I ripped my skin apart, so I could draw more. I didn't stop drinking blood, even though I started to get dizzy and I was about to faint. My eyes started to glow, turning into a intense shade of red.

As I stood there, powerless, I was losing huge amounts of blood. I blacked out. When I woke up, everything was alright. I was healed, and my finger was completely normal, no cuts.

What have I become? Am I a vampire? Have I turned into a bloodthirsty beast?  It can’t be, I said to myself. Unfortunately, I was lying. Without my approval, of course, I received the “dark gift”.

First, I thought about committing suicide, thinking that I was a fierce beast who takes human form and feasts with the blood of humans, but then, I started to embrace the changes. I started to discover the benefits, and even learned how to control my hunger for blood.

I started hanging out with my friends again, and regained my social life. I was somewhat happy. I accepted my fate, and kept saying it is my destiny, so I can do nothing about it.

Everything was normal, until I met her.

One day, a girl transferred into our school. She was really cute, and as I started talking to her, I noticed we have a lot of things in common. We became good friends really quick.

I fell in love with her, and found out she felt the same for me. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I couldn't imagine my life without her. We were both really happy.

One unfortunate night would start the process of shattering our happiness… forever.

School was over, but I was absent that day, so she went home alone. On her way home, she met with a group of men, that wanted to harass her. God knows what those scumbags wanted to do with her. I was really far, but I heard her scream.

That scream… I’ll remember it forever, even after death. That scream, knowing that the person I love is in danger…

I felt extreme anger and rage. My eyes turned red again, and I started to run extremely fast. When I got there, five men were very close to her. The first one was the luckiest, I killed him very quick, just by biting his neck, and draining all his blood and life energy.

The second had a pretty unpleasant death, considering that I strangled him to death.

The third was pretty tough, but my rage gave me strength, so much strength, that I beat that guy to death.

One of those dropped a knife on the ground. I grabbed it, and stuck it into his neck. His death was slow, and painful, so I was able to get a taste of his blood.

I found out that the fifth man was their leader. I ripped his ribs apart, and using the same knife, I stabbed his heart as I whispered into his ear, just before he died:

“This is what I felt when I heard her scream.”

She was fine, so I was relieved. I rushed to hug her, but I noticed something that turned out to be fatal for her. She had a tiny cut on her shoulder, revealing a little bit of blood. I couldn't control my rage. I tried to stop, I tried to run, I even tried to stick that knife into my heart, so I could save her. I told her to run, but it was too late.

My vampiric form took over my human form.

I was not human anymore. I caught her, and stuck my fangs into her neck, drinking her blood.

Even though I was controlled by hunger, I still tried to stop, but it was too late. When I was conscious again, I found her lying on the ground, dead.

Seeing that image, my whole world was torn apart.

I started crying and screaming. How can I live anymore, knowing that I murdered the most important person in my life?

That’s right, I can’t.


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