My throat hurts. It burns.
Water. I need. I need. I need it.
?Is that what you really want
Here's a fresh jug for you just walking straight towards you
What are you talki-
It stopped. That voice.
I see something.
Red. So red. So delicious.
Has to taste good. Just walking straight towards me.
My body, without my input, jumps the red and my teeth bites into it.
The thirst...is going away. I feel less thirsty.
My mouth tastes...coppery. Did I bite my tongue or something?
No, it can't be that. There's too much blood to be from me.
Did I drink blood?
What happened to me?
Where am I?
Whose blood did I drink?
When my eyes dragged down to my victim, I saw a familiar face, an acquaintance, someone I barely knew, but her clouded, blank eyes told me only one thing: She's dead.
I can feel the bile rising through my throat as I stare at the punctures on the side of her neck.
What have I done? I've never killed anyone before. What am I supposed to do if this makes headlines?
I was walking back home when someone... I don't know, but all I know is that it turned me into some sort of vampire.
"There's a lot of vampires around this graveyard nowadays" A man whispered to a similarly dressed colleague. Both wore bandanas covering their faces and wore newsboy caps. They also wore long trenchcoats and possessed torches and guns.
I just murdered someone and they're carrying guns. What if they were looking for me specifically? There's no way they could've known I murdered someone in cold blood.
Unless I've been unconscious for longer than I thought I was.
Either ways, it appears as if they are hunting for vampires with them carrying guns and speaking of vampires as if they are real. They are either delusional hunting innocent bloodsuckers like me or are some sort of vampire hunter.
Both of those options don't bode well for me. Maybe I could attempt to act my way out of this situation.
As I dust off my long dress, I noticed that it possesses a dreadfully big bloodstain from my...victim.
Hiding would be the second best option but if they discover me, I will be forced to fight.
The only sort of fighting I've ever learned was for my career as an actress but it is the kind that requires a particular pointy object. Which is not in my inventory currently.
So, sneaking by them back to my abode may serve me the best.
As I crept past the duo, I noticed more figures illuminated by torchlight and carrying guns. It may be best to hold off the greetings for later then.
My repertoire as an actress has served me far and while, however, sneaking was not a skill taught to me for any of my roles.
To my utter shock, a loose stone in the cobblestone road was enough to set off the hunters in the rabbit's path.
"Did you hear that?" One of them must be awfully deaf if he needs to shout that.
"Something moved near us. It could be one of those leeches." Then, the two of them started creeping towards my location. It seems as there is no Lady Luck smiling upon me on this dreary night