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I don't know how long I was lying there, a few metres from under the impaled man, writhing bin agony. But as the pain slowed down I noticed the burning was still present in my throat. I tested one of my legs out, bringing it down and away from my chest, destroying from the foetal position I'd found myself in. Good news, I was alive. Bad news, I was terrified of opening my eyes. Wherever I was had very strong smells. I sniffed, and felt a flip inside me switch when I smell the blood coming from Mr Impaled. It's mostly dry, now, but the smell...

My eyes snap open and I shoot up, standing in a second. My head turns up, and before I know it I'm on top of the man, desperately clawing at him and licking and sucking blood off his clothes, his skin, his insides. It calms the burning throat slightly, but not much.

Then I come to my senses. Oh, no. What's going on? I just- I just- what did I just do? And... Ugh! That's disgusting! Only things like vampires-

Oh. Well, it would explain their speed, the cold skin, the biting. They bit me. And I'm- they know my name. Why did they want my name? Is this a game to them.

I whirl around, too fast, and lose my balance. The thirst -is that the right word?- is getting stronger, taking my sanity with it. I barely realise that my sight is fantastic, that I can see for miles, and I barely understand that the smells are normal- but my nose must have improved, too.

I need to go home. I want this to stop. I'm so hungry, it's unbelievable. I stagger to the trail, following my nose, (okay, maybe it could be useful) and fall ove more times than I would have liked. I'm not used to my new body- it's too smooth, too fast. I miss my...well, my human skin. There was less to figure out. I knew the basics about it, like knife equals bad and soap equals good. I knew about things like it's dermis and epidermis. How is this new body made? It makes no sense to be able to see things so clearly, either. It unnerved me.

But if I get home, it'll be okay. Mom will get me to a hospital, Dad will pay attention for once. I stumble down our lane, wishing the weather was brighter. It would mean that my sight had more to do with normal things like lots of light rather than... I can't be a vampire. Vampires are never this thirsty in books. I claw at my throat, coughing and retching emptily.

I can see my house. No one's outside. But that's reasonable, I guess. It's nighttime, after all. Sleep time. I take the house keys shakily out of my pocket and unlock the door. I step inside, noticing that I leave red-brown footsteps in my wake. I shudder.

I notice a beautiful smell. Rich and warm, full of distant spices and velvety undertones... I try not to scream when I see Mom on the kitchen floor, lying in a pool of blood. That- blood is the lovely smell, and I descend on it without thinking, desperate to quench the fire in my throat. I lap it up, and feel it running down my chin, over my cheeks, covering my nose, getting into my hair.

I get up shakily when all the blood is gone and stagger to the mirror.

I scream then. I'm covered in blood. Even my eyes. My eyes are a bright red color, bright against my face. And my face... I'm not vain. I know my nose is slightly too big for my face, and that my ears stick out.

But the girl in the mirror, no matter how blood-saturated, is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Sculpted cheeks, long lashes, a sensual mouth.

I hate her. The girl in the mirror- she's not the me I know, the me I trust. I shudder, realising I've just drunk my mother's blood. My dead mother's blood. My own blood goes cold. Figuratively, I know. They asked for my name. Sure, I only said Anna, but who knows how long I was out for, and vampires move fast. That, together with the fact that my house is right in front of the woods...

Oh god. Where's dad? I run upstairs, and into his study. The smell of blood - but this smell is richer, less fragrant- permeates the air.

They murdered my family.

I kneel down, my head in my hands, and sit there, sobbing. I don't cry, exactly. No tears go down my cheeks. Vampires, it seems, can't cry. Not properly. So I sit there, pouring my heart out into my lap, screaming and sobbing in irregular intervals. I finally lift my head and see the blood. Dads blood. The thirst begs me, but I ignore it. I stand up -too fast, I shouldn't be able to move like this- and run out of the house. I cry out, but this time in rage. How dare they do this? How dare they toy with that poor man, impale him, and lure me off the trail? How dare they scare the shit out of me, and turn me, and kill my family? How dare they? I spin around and start hitting the walls, the door, furious at them, and at my self. How could I let something like this happen? Why am I so stupid?

I freeze when a familiar smell wafts over me. It doesn't smell human. It smells like... I stop and sniff my elbow curiously. Me. It smells like vampire.

I feel something in me slow down. I will find them and kill them, Val and Vic both, for what they did. I raise my nose and dig deeper into the smell. It's old, I think. Maybe an hour old, or twelve. I'm new to this. I walk into my house calmly. First things first. I lay Mom out properly, with her hands folded across her stomach, and close her eyes with my fingers. I run upstairs and do the same, giving them some dignity in death, trying not to let the guilt take over too much.

I strip off, pulling the clothes too quickly, and the cloth falls to bits in my hand. I let out a frustrated snort and throw them across the room. I turn on the shower and scrub my face and hands and arms and hair... All the blood. It looks weird as it tumbles down the drain, mixed with soapy suds. I keep scrubbing longer than is actually necessary, trying to get the horrible feeling of this new skin off. It feels all wrong.

I hear music. Sad music. Shaking my head and flicking water everywhere in the process, hum along. Someone must have left a car radio on. It sounds like piano and violin, which is odd for this neighbourhood, but who cares? I need to follow that smell as soon as I'm ready. I jump our of the shower, and look in the mirror. My blue eyes are forever gone, dead but in pictures.

Now I have white-as-porcelain, smooth-as-glass skin and flaming red eyes. Ugh. I frown and notice that I don't feel tired. It's night time. I should be tired. I shrug. Vampires sleep during the day, I guess.

I throw on a pair of knee-length army pants, a blue t-shirt and leave my feet bare. I don't think I need shoes. My new skin seems pretty darn sturdy. One good point, I guess.

I get the landline and dial 911, trying to stop the lump in my throat. Crying (even vampire style) won't solve anything. I need to be tougher. I'm going to get revenge on Vic and Val, after all.

I leave before the police arrive, following the scent away from the house, into the forest, running with unnerving speed. I will find them.

I see a flash of white in front of me and growl triumphantly. I jump onto the white figure, that just reeks of vampire. Vic or Val snarls at me, but I'm stronger. After a few more minutes of desperately fighting for dominance, the vampire stills.

It's not Vic. It's not Val. We stare at each other.

Who is this vampire..? Find out in the next chapter, coming soon to computers near you!