"You will understand with time."
But she wanted to understand now, why her skin crawled and her heart seized so violently she could do nothing but grasp the stake buried deeply into her stomach. It hurt so badly, the wound burned as if ignited by fire, settling her nerves aflame to engulf her and drag her to the depths of hell. Iron hung heavily in the air, blood coated everything thickly, the grass soaked as vitae pooled around her frame. The look that settled on her face was one of absolute hatred, she felt betrayed, deceived of intentions meant to go better. There was red on her tongue, but she couldn't taste anything outside of bitterness. This is how she would die then, lying in the wet and cold grass with no love to guide her into the afterlife. She was unaware that she had been cheated of her own afterlife as well, as her human heart faded, the curse settled into her bones and forged a new body.
She was becoming a monster, something considered lore for generations come pass.
So when she reopened those dark hazel eyes, it was a surprise to her to see the night sky. Memories blurred behind a wall of hunger, something deep resonated with her as she stood, and she recognized it without even realizing the word could actually be associated with her. Power. Shaking gently, hands caked in dried and cracked blood wrapped tightly around the wood buried deep. Eyes tightened shut as she gave two solid yanks, it was pulled free and dropped, not a word uttered from her lips. The girl knew quite well that she was alone, the forest had become deathly silent, and within good reason.
Bodies were piled around her, haphazard and excessively high. She had been left untouched, and it only took a brief moment to understand what had happened. In transition, and this was made very evident when her hearing picked up the faint and dying heartbeat of a living being buried somewhere to her left. Her throat was beyond dry, a Sahara that left her throat itching and aching. The only thought that was left now was the choice of living or dying permanently. Moving those that had died away from the one still clinging, messy and wavy brown hair curtained her face as she hovered over the man that couldn't of been but two years her senior.
His throat had been cut open, a stake within his own chest, yet she knew by the placement this was a messy execution; as the wood had missed his heart by several inches.
Normal humans hunted by ignorant hunters, yet she did not know that the one who was the real culprit had been her friend of many years. She had figured he fancied her in some regard, but not to the degree of derangement. Breathing heavily, her dry tongue dragged across her bottom lip, eyes unable to move away from the blood that gently oozed from the wound. What would she do?
There were plenty of moments that 'friends' would ask hypothetical questions like this, but never did she think such an occurrence would be shoved upon her, especially in such an abrupt manner. Normally her answer would have been no, that humanity was far too precious and watching time fly by without being able to make the connections given so graciously in life.. it would've been far too much for her shoulders to bear. In the current moment however? She couldn't stop herself from wanting a taste, just a small taste to know what it was like for them- for those who she had fantasised about for what felt like an eternity.
So it was hardly a surprise that with one taste, she plunged down and wrapped her lips messily about the wound. It was as if the sun was being washed down her throat, bringing life to what was suppose to become atrophied at this point. The pain of her gums was ignored in favor of this feeling, replacing her lips with fangs instead, she drank from what was left of this poor man greedily.
It wasn't until he ran dry that her mistake had settled in, blood not from herself dripping from her chin. She had sat there next to the body for what felt like hours, contemplating if staying there until the sun rose from the horizon would be the best course of action. Yet something within her pulled thoughts from suicide to continuing onward, a trait she had gained quite a while ago, and one she hated at that moment. Standing to realize that no pain plagued her body any further, her eyes finally tore away from the man who she had effectively murdered. Feeling much more akin to a zombie than what she knew she had become, her feet lead her away from the genocide and into the forest. There was no point returning home, because there was no home to return to.
A new life, or perhaps better put unlife, now laid before her. She wasn't going to allow this one to become a wreck like her previous one.