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The pain, it bubbled in my bleeding veins. My half-dead corpse, my old mortal face. Ugh. its all bloody. Oh, why cant they see they need to really kill me. Not put me through this hell. How is this any better than bleeding to death on the hot, dry sand of the beach. Why did they have to find me? I would scream, but I hurt so much, I cant open my mouth or make my voice work. The burning fire of the venom flows through my human arteries. The electric chair would probably hurt less than this. Oh, Oh, thank God. The unbearable pain is residing from my now-pale fingertips. Slowly, slowly my body stops hurting. But the pain, the fire in my chest goes on. It doesn't stop, noe ever. The pain of never seeing him again If my heart still existed, there would only be a half-heart. only half a person. Yes, because without him, im nothing. simply nothing at all. As Ibend down to drink the blood of a dead teenage boy, my heart, my vampire-silent heart, starts to beat. I swear it does. even though its not supposed to, Im dead. Instead of slurping up the fresh, warm blood, i tear a cut, then bite. I pull myself away, before i really had a chance to taste the tempting feast. I see him writhe in pain, wondering the same things I wondered during my transition to immortality.
The Transition from Heroe to Monster
