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August 26th 1864:
Elena woke in the forest, probably the same spot she had fallen. She stood up and looked around, trying to get her bearings. It was morning, the next day. It was bright and sunny and Elena didn't like it. She held up her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light and started walking.
Her memories slowly came back to her. How she had gone out to look for Anna, how she had been shot, and then another memory. The memory of her sister, forcing her to drink her blood. Elena knew what was happening. She had seen it happen before. But seeing it happen to someone else and experiencing it for yourself was different.
After walking some time, she came across a road, littered with remains of the previous night's battle. There were quite a few dead men, lying on the road. Elena could smell their blood.
Someone moaned from the other side of the road. "Help me."
Elena rushed over. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"One of the demons bit me. I'm too weak to walk. Please help me get home." Elena nodded and started to lift him off the ground, and then noticed the blood. It was out in the open, sitting there on his neck, waiting for her to take it, and in that moment, Elena didn't want to die. She did the one thing she never wanted to do, and became the monster that she so feared.