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I kept running, dodging in and out of the trees effortlessly.

I'd been running for days at the same pace, my breathing remaining perfectly calm and consistent.

I wouldn't stop running.

I didn't know how this happened. My human memories were dim, clouded by the unfocused vision I had used to possess.

I focused multiple times on recovering my very last human memories, but they were irretrievable; blank. The only memory I could recover was the feeling of darkness and agonising pain. I wanted to die; I wanted the burning, excruciating fire to disappear.

I still wanted to die.

I traced the scars embedded on my left arm. Multiple crescents ran from my wrist to my elbow. The scars may have looked transparent to a human against my chalky skin, but then again their eyes were clouded by a constant fog. My vision was much sharper. I moved my long, pale white fingers towards my neck and then traced the scattered scars that scampered just above my collarbone.

I could tell I had I only just escaped.

I would have preferred death over being a monster. The constant fire in my throat craved human blood constantly. I prayed that a humans' scent wouldn't cross my path whilst I kept running aimlessly, but this was ultimately inevitable. My sense of smell was accurate and unmistakable; if a human came within a few miles radius of me, I wouldn't be able to resist.

I knew I had to stop myself from running, though my instincts were against me. My body propelled me forwards, searching for the pulse of warm human blood to satisfy my thirst. I had to concentrate with all my strength of mind to stop myself.

I stood, as still as stone, underneath the great canopy that blocked out the feeble, struggling rays of sunlight. I exhaled deeply and a scent hit my nose, not a humans' scent but still somewhat tempting. Half a mile away I heard scattering thuds made by delicate hooves.

Intrigued, I ran quickly in the direction of the scent. I reached my destination within a few seconds to see a peaceful antelope, grazing on the forest floor.

Without thinking, I lunged at the unalarmed antelope, piercing the thin membrane and quickly sucked out the blood. My instincts completely took over. My thirst was so desperate that I settled for the blood of an animal.

The fire remained - a constant, burning ache - but was now not as dominant. I realised there were alternatives to being a monster.

***

It was still hard, but not as hard anymore.

After I had discovered I could satisfy my thirst enough to think rationally, I ran into a very small outskirt town a few hundred of kilometers away from Phoenix to use a pay phone. I took as many safety precautions as I could. I didn't want to encounter a human on my mission; I became strong enough to resist the sweet, inviting scent humans possessed, but I didn't know if I could handle a face to face confrontation.

I knew I was in desperate need of a cover-up story, something to protect Renee from the fact that I was a vampire. I could never tell her. And if I did, would she ever believe me? No, only if I showed her. I couldn't do that.

I decided to tell my mother I was attacked by an animal and had to endure intense plastic surgery to cover and fix the wounds. Her voice was concerned, but yet not quite as shocked as I had imagined. I was certain there were points of my story she was unsure of, but regardless she didn't ask any questions. She didn't want to traumatise me any further.

Renee was just thankful that I was alive.

I almost had a heart attack, metaphorically of course, of what my mother told me next. I wasn't the first one to tell her about my accident.

I had been planning for days how to explain my extensive absence without any external contact, but that had been covered by a mysterious Doctor Rallente.

Doctor Rallente? I thought relentlessly. I hadn't even visited a doctor in the past months. How was it possible that there was Doctor to confirm this all? Especially due to the fact the accident and surgery was fictional, made up to disguise the fact I was vampire.

I was bewildered for days, I was unable to find reasoning. An explanation was impossible to find. Then again, I believed it was impossible that vampires existed before I turned into one. Maybe I needed to have more faith.

I gave up on trying to find out who he was. The Doctor hadn't left any form of phone number or address. Maybe he wanted to remain anonymous, and silently protect me.

This mysterious Doctor Rallente knew more about me than anybody else, and I trusted my secret with him entirely. He had helped me hide the fact I was a vampire. He gave me the choice to live discreetly. That's everything I could ask for, and more.