I had drifted off to sleep. I woke up sore and hungry. My eyes were now burning, the lights scorching my skin. Sofia stood beside the bed, hovering over me, stroking my pale face. A small, but rather old woman was standing beside her, looking at me strangely with large circular glasses. I looked from the small woman to Sofia and back again.

"Liam, this is Dr. Milligan. She is a witch. She is going to help you." All the words sounded so assuring through Sofia's sweet and subtle voice, except for the witch part. Was I really hearing right? Or was it the start of me going mental? Dr. Milligan smiled at me and then examined my face. She looked like a dwarf, only being the height of one of your legs. Her hair was a pale and pasty grey, her face wrinkled and old. I wondered how old she was, but it was rude to ask, and I wouldn't bother asking at such times. She looked from one of my eyes to the other, her face slightly swaying from side to side. She patted me gently on the shoulder as if to comfort me, and then turned to Sofia.

"What he needs is some blood to get him going." Dr. Milligan opened her bag that she carried with her and got out a blood bag that looked like it was from some local hospital. She held it up to my mouth and pierced the top of it. I looked over at Sophia, who had her arms folded, biting her so pale lip. She nodded to me, an encouragement to drink it. I felt as if I couldn't. This blood had come from a human, and it didn't sound too appealing. I lifted me tongue towards the hole in the plastic, and the Doctor tilted it slightly. I felt the cold blood hit my tongue, it slithered down my throat, soothing every burning pain I had in me. It felt so good, healing me instantly, letting me recover from the hunger, and it didn't taste as bad as I had thought. I actually enjoyed it. I pushed the bag of blood closer to my mouth, the blood pouring into my mouth. It devoured me, and I felt so good right there and then, until Sofia grabbed the bag of me. I felt a surge of anger wave through me, and some part of me reacted towards this. The thing that was stopping the pain was taken away from me, and I lashed out then. I swiped my hand against Sofia, knocking her back on to the floor. She speedily got back up, looking over at me, glaring. The blood splattered everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, and the carpet. I realised what I had done, and as quickly as that my temper calmed down, and my body started to calm as well.

"You need to control your thirst. If you don't start out right, you won't be able to be around humans. That means not seeing your family again, do you want that?" I shook my head; my breathing had slowed back to its normal pace, which was weird, since I was technically dead. She sorted a few things she had knocked over in the process of falling, and Dr. Milligan packed her bag back up.

"That should be all he needs. A few drops of blood now and again, but make sure he doesn't go overboard. You'll have to teach him how to be around humans of course, and fit in with daily life." Sofia nodded at Dr. Milligan's advice and the Doctor went away, quietly closing the door behind her. I rested on the bed for a minute, letting my head sort out what had been happening. I looked at the blood spatters on the ceiling and then down at Sofia. She sat on the chair beside the bed, blood stained cushions scattered on it. She held on in her hand, closely to her face, holding it there, lifeless.

"I'm sorry," I finally managed to mutter. She sighed in to the pillow and then looked around the room. Her face seemed quite amused, and I even thought I heard a chuckle come from her lips.

"It's not your fault. It happens to first time vampires."

"I guess there's no going back now is there?" In reply she shook her head sombrely.

"You should go for a shower whilst I clean this place up. It will help you take your mind of things." I didn't refuse the offer, it sounded just too good right then after all the events of that day. I made my way through to the bathroom, which it was a clear pathway to it since it was a hotel room. I closed the door quietly and turned on the shower. The steam started to circle the room. The mirrors fogged up and I drew a smiley face on them. What did that mean? Was that really how I felt right now? I couldn't believe I had just drawn a smiley face when everything was so mucked up. I was a vampire. I couldn't change that ever. I would always be dead. And the thing was, I wouldn't have become this if I hadn't worked in the restaurant. I knew Sofia was bad for me as soon as she walked in the hotel months ago, but I didn't know it would amount to this. I couldn't help but think about my immortal state as the hot water ran over me. The thought that I couldn't end my life with a simple overdose of drugs or hanging myself scared me. What did it take to kill a vampire?

When I went back through to Sofia, she was sitting on the bed huddled up. The room was spotless; being a fast acting vampire could have its advantages. She looked lifeless, something that seemed common to her.

"If I felt emotion, right now I'd be full of sorry for you. I should never of brought you in to my life." I wished that was true, but part of me was alright about the vampire situation. Something made me want to be this way.

"It's alright," I said in a light cheery tone, "I was going to die sooner or later right?" I chuckled a bit, Sofia laughed a bit too. "So you don't feel any emotion at all?" I asked curiously.

"Well, sometimes I feel something, but most of the time I don't. Dead, remember? Of course you're new so it will take a while for your emotions to die, but something will stay with you."

That night we talked about vampire life. Sofia had insisted I dropped out of college, and she would too, because of the danger I could be putting other people in (which was a bit ironic considering I hadn't even started yet). We also talked about her life and how she became a vampire, something which she kept close to her heart.

"I was walking down the streets of London at night. It was 1882. The city bustled with life in the daytimes, but now it was starting to turn dark, the skies deepening with liquid colour, and the streets were calming down, only one soul passed me on my way home. I came to a quiet place in the outside of the city. I had walked for miles to get home because the decent shop was miles away from my home, so I would travel far every month to do a shop. I was still young at the time, seventeen, and I lived with my mother and father, and Damien, my brother.

It was getting near ten o'clock, and the groceries were getting heavy in my arms. I had come to a country-like road that winded around the little village outside London. I sat down on the side of the road, the groceries sat beside me until I could regain my breath. It was a pretty night; the stars had come out to shine with the moon. The light reflected of the damp road, and I followed the beam of light down the road with my eyes. That was when I saw my first vampire.

He looked at me with ravenous eyes, his eyes were deep red like rose petals. The dark circles around them were horrific, which made him look as if he had not slept in a long time. Veins were predominant around his body; a certain glow came from them. I could tell he was hungry, that look he gave me.

Of course I didn't know vampires existed then. There were stories and rumours, but no real solid evidence for anyone to believe. I stared at him for a moment, his hair shining in the moonlight.

'Who are you?' I asked with a shaky voice. He didn't answer, but took one step closer to me. There was no one else around, and I didn't know what to do. 'What do you want?' another shaky question. Each time I spoke he took a step forward. 'If you want food, I can help get you something to eat. My mother will be happy to help you, she cooks great food.' For the first time, he spoke with a dark voice.

'I'm not interested in that sort of food.' He spoke with confidence that only a demon could have. I shivered at his answer. Right then all the stories raced through my mind.

'What are you?' I asked starting to get up and gather the groceries, not taking my eyes of him for one second.

'Tell me, have you ever heard those stories. The ones about vampires?' That had me running. I tried to anyway, but I tripped on the road, the groceries flying everywhere, but my dress cushioned my fall. I tried to crawl, but it hurt too much, my ankle being sprained. The vampire enjoyed my pain, my struggle.

'I'm going to enjoy you,' he laughed at me, and then sped towards me, grabbing my neck and biting in to me. I screamed in pain, it was unlike anything I had ever felt before. He continued to drain me as he covered my mouth with one hand. It was cold and marble like. When he heard a noise, he stopped. It was a carriage coming our way. He looked at me and grinned. 'Well if I can't kill you, I'll have to turn you.' I closed my eyes and feared the worst. He ripped the skin clean of his wrist. The blood flowed out it freely, and he put it to my mouth, making me drink it. It surprised me that vampires even had blood, but sure enough, here I was drinking it. It tasted sweet, but like metal at the same time. It was a lot darker than usual blood. It started to take over me, making me feel hungry for more, but he removed his wrist from my mouth and lifted me from the road. He flung me in to the bushes and was soon gone.

I scrambled around the place, searching for my home. I dragged myself in to the house, my family waiting for me in the living room. They looked in horror at me. I was blood stained and looked like evil's daughter. That was the night I turned my family in to vampires. Once I had realised I was drinking their blood, I knew I had to change them. They forgave me eventually, Damien especially taking his new powers well. As years passed we had to move places, change the way we dressed and talked. It was hard at first but we got used to it. This life was something I would never choose."

I looked at her hard in the face. Although she remained expressionless, I knew she felt sad. I hugged her tightly, cooing to her that everything was alright. She looked up at me, and embraced me in a powerful kiss. Her lips were gentle against mine, cold but beautiful. When we broke our kiss I continued to hug her, until the sun rose the next day.