My human memories were none too interesting. Well, that was until my final memory.
In our human lives, we were told not to leave outside of Nemesis but we were curious. There weren't many of us, just a couple girls and about four guys. We were out, in the wooded area, lighting up some fags and having a nice chat; before we knew it, we were attacked. I felt fangs sink into my throat and I collapsed backwards into the vampire's arms.
My half-dead corpse was then thrown to the ground like it was nothing; I laid on the cold, hard ground, gasping for air when I seen a pair of clawed feet walk towards me.
"Dump the rest! She's the one they want." said, what seemed, like a distant voice.
Everything soon went dark.
I awoken in a torch lit room on a soft bed. My head was pounding and I slowly sat up. Every time I tried to think back about what had happen, my head would begin to pound unbearably and I fell back onto the bed until the headache seemed to pass. That's when the last memories of my life ran through my head. I was dead or I was supposed to be dead.
A small wave of panic rushed through me as I rubbed my neck to feel where the two holes were supposed to be. To my surprise, there were none. I dropped my hand to a horrific sight. My fingers hand somehow morphed into two separate talons and my thumb, or what used to be, morphed into the final talon on my clawed hand. This is when I quickly stood up and ran to the mirror in the room.
My hair was longer than I last saw it was and the red streaks were still there, surprisingly. My lips were a obsidian black and my complexion, well, it was a ghostly pale. The irises of my eyes were a golden color… What color did my eyes used to be? With that simple thought, I don't think I remembered my name. What the Hell was happening to me?
