I still remember the first day I was turned. It was dark. I was walking from a friends house and it was dark and cold. My friends house was only a few blocks away from mine. Our street was pitch black. There was a street light a couple feet away, but I was still scared. I tried to run but I knew whatever was following me would catch me quicker than I could run. And I was right. The thing grabbed me by the neck and bit me. I screamed, but it seemed like no one was awake. So I lay there bleeding in the street. I knew what was given to me was a curse, but for some strange reason I relished the feeling of being stronger than people. The thought of toying with my enemies gave me great pleasure. First I started with the snobby, popular girl at school. She would walk home from cheer practice and I would make noises. Finally after it seemed like she's had enough, I killed her. After that I saw what I had been doing was evil and wrong. I still may be an evil vampire, but I'm an evil vampire who protects the ones like me and the ones who want to be lie me.
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