I had killed him.

I stood there motionless, staring at the dead body in my hands. My throat ache had dulled, but only by a fraction. I don't know what had happened. One minute I was controlled. The next I had pounced on a human….a person.

WAIT! How could I have possibly done that!?!?

Suddenly I knew something was not normal about me….not human. I dropped the man I was holding, and looked at what I was wearing. I never really noticed what I had on. I had a black T-shirt with a jean miniskirt, and pink strip leggings underneath, that were now torn. My clothes were covered in dirt, and were ripped. Now they were covered in blood. Blood of the man I had killed. Blood that was also smeared all over my face.

I stood there frozen.

I ran away. Ran until I couldn't smell the delicious odor of the man.

This is all a nightmare. This is just a nightmare.

I wish that were the truth.

I kept on running, expecting to feel tired after five minutes of pure sprinting. But I wasn't. I didn't feel one bit of fatigue. I took this time to notice how I saw the world.

Everything was so sharp. Defined.

As I ran, I could see every faint line in every small leaf. I could see every blade of grass, every speck of dirt. I could hear everything that went along. Everything from the near-silent thud of my feet to a radio that was, hmmm…. Two miles away? Three?

Before I could think about it more, Another smell hit my nostrils.

This one was not as delicious, but still mouth watering. It smelled citrusy, almost. I could almost taste it.

I abruptly veered off track, and ran east. When I saw the faint figure setting up a tent in the middle of a forest, I launched myself in the air.

I had no control.

I landed right on top of the girl, and automatically my jaws sought the hollow in her neck. Then my teeth sunk into her throat like the skin and muscle weren't there. A smooth, delicious liquid soothed the ravage burn in my throat, and almost felt like it was heating my entire body.

Then I realized what I was enjoying so much.

Blood.

I tried to stop myself, but the sensation was just too great.

Blood. Blood. Blood. Humans blood. I'm drinking human blood. I'm killing people.

I tried not to think about the word, but it came into my head anyways.

Vampire.

I dropped the limp body that was in my hands and looked up to the sky, screaming.

It couldn't be true.

It just couldn't.

Not a vampire.

Anything but that. Dead. I don't know.

But suddenly all the pieces seemed to fit together. The burning in my throat. The perfect features. The red eyes. The perfect eyesight. The drinking blood. I shuddered at the last part. Everything. It all worked.

I was a vampire. One way or another, I was a monster. I killer. A killer of innocents. Something that shouldn't exist. Something that wouldn't exist soon.

The plan started forming in my head.

I would fight myself.