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I woke up on the floor of my bedroom covered in blood and feeling horrible. My head was throbbing and my neck was burning and itchy. I opened my eyes, and yet no light passed through. I saw the world from a new perspective, as if the sun never came out from the clouds. I felt cold, with no emotion. I sat up slowly but had to close my eyes my head was hurting so terribly. I rubbed my neck only to feel two small puncture holes where my jugular vain is. I stared at my hand only to see that blood covered it and had to hide it. The truth was that I was turning into a vampire.

I heard a small knock on my door, and a kind voice saying, "Miss? Miss, I heard the most awful things last night coming from your room. Are you alright?"

I stood up groggily, almost loosing my balance but continued over to the door anyway. I opened it to see the young clerk's face, blushing with his glasses on. "Please come in!" I exclaimed, "Sorry about the noise last night, I....went to close the window and tripped."

"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked with a matronly expression on his face.

"Oh," I said touching my neck trying to hide the marks, "I hit my head, a minor cut that's all."

"Oh, well," he said looking down, "Sorry for the trouble."

"Oh no!" I cried touching his shoulder, but then paused. He felt hot, and made my hand burn. I quickly drew away, "No, you're fine. I should thank you for putting yourself through all this trouble."

"It's my job ma'am," he smiled.

"My I enquire you name good sir?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Peter," he said rubbing the back of his head, "Um, Peter Yves."

"Well, Peter. Thank you for your concern. Please come in."

He stepped in slowly as I hurried to cover the blood stains of the floor with the old rug. He looked around and squinted his eyes thorough his thick glasses.

"It's so dark!" he exclaimed, reaching over to the curtains, opened them, and let in a flood of light. "Let's get some sunlight in here."

The sun burned my skin, making me shriek and hiss. My pale hands were scorched, "No!" I cried closing them quickly, "Um, let's just turn on a lamp."

Peter brought up some breakfast for me and we chatted over tea and biscuits. Strangely, the food provided had no taste, it seemed to turn to ash the minute it touched my tongue. I coughed and gagged, so I finally decided that I wasn't hungry. After Peter left, I remembered that I had promised Helga that I would visit her. I grabbed an old scarf and wrapped it around my neck, hiding the bite marks. I didn't want Helga to worry even more.

I walked hastily through the woods, avoiding the sun by staying under the shade of the trees. She lived in a small cottage near the mountains and close to the woods, many people regarded her as a witch, but she merely wanted to be left alone in peace and quiet. I knocked quietly on the door and she answered it quickly.

"My dear," she said, "So nice to see you again. Come it, come in!"

I walked through the wooden doorway to smell tea brewing on the hearth; the scarf covered most of my mouth, so she didn't see me smile.

"I've been expecting you dear," she then motioned toward my scarf, "May I take that for you?"

"Mmm," I protested with a muffled voice, shaking my head, "I have a cold."

She smiled, "Well some nice, warm tea will fix that!"

We sat at the table silently as I stared at my tea. I didn't want to drink it, seeing what happened after I ate the food back at the inn. I felt awful for not accepting her hospitality to the fullest, but what would she think when I spat out ashes after drinking her tea?

"Drink, drink!" she urged taking my hand, "You're chilled to the bone."

"It's too hot," I lied, "I'll let it cool down."

We sat there and Helga told me about her life story as I nodded politely. She saw my father when she was around forty or so while she hid in her house. He was battling with one of Dracula's brides, and managed to slay her. She told me about how she met her husband, and I saw a small smile appear on her wrinkled face. She went on for hours about all sorts of things, until it reached late afternoon and she shooed me home. Her husband would be returning from the mill.

Clouds had started to gather on my walk home. The woods weren't as ominous as they were yesterday, so I walked slowly to admire the plants around me. I still kept my scarf on, in fears that someone would see me. My stomach began to growl; I felt my teeth grow longer and sharper. An animalistic urge to eat grew within me.

"I see the transformation is beginning," hissed a familiar voice.

"You did this!" I snarled, showing my fangs and sharp nails. I gasped when I saw what was happening and shut my mouth with a snap and covered it with my hands.

He smiled viciously, "What a fine bride you will make. But what's this?" he lifted up his hand and my scarf unraveled showing the marks, "There is no need to hide my infamous kiss."

I formed fists with my hands as the nails grew sharper. I hissed in great disgust, but stopped to realize what I had become.

He shook his finger at me, "Temper, temper. We shall have to fix that." He stopped as my stomach growled again. "Hungry?"

I didn't answer, but my stomach growled even louder. I heard something in my head, a pounding noise. I licked my lips.

"Hello?" called a faint male voice, "Who's out here?! Get off of my land before I call the authorities!" A middle aged man approached with an ax with an angry look on his face.

My head was throbbing again and the pounding noise grew louder and louder. It was his heartbeat; I could hear it in my head. I could no longer control myself, I sprouted wings and flew up above him, and he didn't notice me. A great pleasure overtook me when I sprang up behind him and latched my teeth onto his neck. His warm blood flowed down into my stomach as I sucked the life out of him. I threw away his limp body and wiped a small stream of blood of my chin with the back of my wrist.

"Oh my God," I whimpered looking down at the corpse, "What have I done?"

Dracula stood near me, grinning evilly, "You didn't even need to be taught how. Remarkable..."

I kneeled beside the man and touched his wrist which was entangled with the rest of his limbs. The pounding was gone, but so was the growling. The sun set behind the trees and I heard a woman call out for her husband. I gasped, wondering what would happen when she saw me standing next to him with his blood on my chin. I had left her a widow.

I looked around, but only saw Dracula standing behind me, "To avoid being captured, I suggest you come with me."

I nodded reluctantly as my wings sprouted from my back. He turned into a nightmarish, red beast. His wings beat and he lifted off the ground as I followed him to the castle. I looked back to see the woman kneeling over her husband's body.