Days felt like f*****g years. Everyday I woke up and it hurt to be still moving.
Sure I was a vampire, and one of the only females to make the turn successfully, but the transition itself is horrible.
I ran to the bathroom, and I felt metallic move up my throat, and I began to vomit. All that came out was blood. Blood, blood, blood. But at the same time I felt differently towards blood. As if blood is the most prettiest thing I’ve seen before.
Once all the blood came out, I looked into the mirror and I saw how different I looked. So much more sexier… my eyes were a dark red… my lips were smudged with my blood, and my skin was even paler then before.
I felt so different. As much as I felt excruciating pain almost every single second of the day, something deep in me felt so powerful.
