Chapter 3

It's not like anyone would care if I died.

I didn't have any friends. I never cared much about people.

Nobody liked me, just because I was not afraid to stand up for myself. Just because I was not like them. I got tired of it, and stopped caring. They could all burn in hell.

But Damien was not like them. He was just like me. He became my only friend, and we were inseparable.

I loved him. I really did…

One day, he just... disappeared. He didn't even leave a note.

I didn't care about anyone else. I wanted Damien.

But he wasn't there. Not anymore.

And as for my family, I was an orphan. I wanted to look for them when I was little, but I gave up on that. They wouldn't love someone like me.

"Don't worry, she's not gonna die… I'll just turn her." - Evadin said.

I would have kicked him if I had the strength to.

"No."

"So you want her to die, then? You have no opinion here, Latimer. Don't forget I still own you."

Own?

Latimer growled.

I looked at him. He had yellow eyes, and his hair was blonde, almost white. He was quite handsome, but so was Evadin, and hated both of them at the moment.

"Would you just decide…? I think… I think I'm about to die here…" - I whispered loudly.

Evadin chuckled.

"I'll give you a choice, Latimer! Either you'll let me turn her, or she'll die. What do you chose?"

Latimer growled once again.

I was having trouble breathing, and my vision was fading. I was dying.

But it was okay. I wanted to die… Didn't I?

"The clock's ticking, Latimer…" - Evadin said, smirking.

"You're a son of a bitch, Evadin…" - I tought.

"Turn her."

Huh?!

"Do it already."

Evadin bit me again, and this time I couldn't contain a scream.

Then everything went dark.

When I woke up, I wasn't in the florest anymore.

I was laying in a bed. I got out of it and looked around. I didn't recognize this room… I didn't recognize… anything! My throat was burning, but the pain I felt before had disappeared. Was it all a dream…? I noticed a mirror in the corner of the room, and as I got closer to it, I realized something.

It wasn't a dream.

My brown hair still looked the same: It reached my shoulders, and it still had that reddish tone. My body also still looked the same: I was still that skinny girl with curves.

It was me… But at the same time, it wasn't.

I was pale, like… a snowflake. And my almond eyes… They… They were red. My teeth were still white, but I had… fangs. And my clothes were all bloody.

I felt something I had not felt in a long time: Rage. Fear. I felt the need… To kill someone.

I shook my head. "I'm going insane!"

I walked of the bedroom, cautiously. As I looked around, I realized this house was huge. More like… A mansion. It looked old and frightening, yet beautiful.

I slowly walked down the stairs, waiting to see if someone appeared. I reached downstairs, and there was no one there. I sighed in relief: I could still get away.

Just as I finished sighing, someone showed up in front of me. I blinked my eyes, shocked.

It was a blonde male. He was shirtless, and I could see he had a bunch of tattoos. He also had yellow eyes.

"Hey. I'm Coran." – He said, as he shook my hand.