The first stage, you don't feel it. It's like a fly on your shoulder. You just brush it off.
But it must have affected me. I think I felt it. Only I just didn't notice it. I went crazy. I almost killed.
The second stage is horrid. You feel it. The first time it overwhelms you. You want to see the red life of the person to come trickling out. You want human flesh. You want to tear at it, eat it.
I don't understand how they can just change like that. I hate the feeling. It's like I'm no longer human. I am like a creature of the night, searching for blood.
Like a vampire. There. I said it.
That's what Kabuto called me. It ripped a hole into me, like a knife through Jello. And one slice is all you need. All you need for this, this bloodlust to take over.
I ripped off his arms. I threw him against the wall. I made him bleed. And after all that, I drank. I drank every last drop of life from his body. I ate his flesh. I felt the slimy pieces of horrid flesh snake down my throat. I hated it. I couldn't stop.
After that, I ran away. I ran so far, so fast, that my shoes fell apart and my feet were bloody with cuts and scrapes. At the first sign of blood on my body, I stopped. I looked down at my feet, watching as the horrid substance dripped onto the ground.
I resisted. I knew that the bloodlust would take over me if I tried to clean it with my own hands. I let it just bleed.
My bloody footprints led to a river. If you went there, you would find me. Sitting there. For all eternity. Just because of this mark on my neck, because of that damned medic nin. He knew what I was. Cursed to live forever, always lusting for blood, because no blood runs through my veins. I am among the undead.
I am a vampire.