It was a cold night in my small town out in the middle of nowhere. I awoke from a startled scream down the hall. The shouting came from my sister's room. I was to scared to find out what was attacking her. I heard her shout, "Please don't hur" And tha'ts all I heard. I stumbled out of my bed and hid in the closet, not wanting whatever it was to find me. The next was my mother and father, then my baby brother. I was the last. They broke through my door, and I believe they could smell my fear. The closet door flew open and a tall, raven haired man with two others, a man and woman, stood with blood drizzling from their mouths. I could only imagine what they did to my family... The tall raven haired man whispered to the others, "This one, we will keep." The last I remember about my human life was the woman running towards me shrieking like an animal and knocking me out onto the floor. I woke with an excruciating pain in my chest. It was as if somebody was literally pulling the life out of me through my chest. Everything was dark and I could feel the cold, wet ground beneath me. I didn't know where I was or what was happening to me. My throat began to burn with thirst...this thirst was unlike any other. It was not for water, juice, or anything normal--but blood. I needed blood. My eyes began to focus and my other senses began to perk. The next thing I knew, I was jumping from roof top to roof top, hunting. With teeth glaring, I stumbled upon a poor homeless man. He was innocent enough, but my thirst clouded my logical thinking. He was my first of many victims. I am not proud of what I've become, but neverthe less, I am what I am...A vampire.