Dark Blood

Dark Blood

: "Who are you? Why won't you answer this simple question, damn it! Why have you been tormenting me for days?!" she screamed.

"It shouldn't matter to you. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I want to become of you, my child..." whispered the mysterious figure, which emerged from the dark corner of the room.

"What are you talking about, why are you tormenting me?! Please tell me why?!" the girl whimpered, feeling beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Come to me... Come to me," the man hissed, approaching the girl's bed. A venomous smile appeared on his face. Sharp fangs glinted in the light of the bedside lamp.

"Oh God," the girl moaned, waking from her sleep. She was drenched in a cold sweat. She looked into the corner of the room with terrified eyes... No one was there.

"What's happening to me..." she whispered to herself, hiding under the covers. She didn't want to feel the same fear again. She just wanted to fall asleep and not dream of a man with sharp fangs, looking like a vampire...

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"Alex, why the hell didn't you buy bread again?" she heard a scream from the kitchen. She didn't answer, she couldn't think about everything, she wanted the peace she never got from him. She didn't know where to run... Her father haunted her, and yet she had so many dreams, wanted to fulfill them, and he wouldn't give her the chance. Her mother left when she was two. Her father constantly told her it was her fault because she was a pain in the ass. She could never forgive herself for that. For six years, she believed she was the real reason her mother moved. He'd told her that when she was ten. It made her hate the world. She wanted someone to take her away from this hell on earth—from her father, who mentally abused her, from the one who sometimes hit her...

She went to the kitchen as if she were being sentenced. After all, she was guilty, she had done something wrong. She hadn't bought bread. She only looked at her wrist. Bruises... Recently, he'd grabbed her hand, dragging her into the kitchen to see the spilled juice on the table. It hurt... It hurt so much. "Someone get me out of here. Please, someone get me out of here," she

thought, tears welling up in her eyes

.

She returned to her room, sobbing. He'd slapped her in the face several times... She didn't want that to happen again, if only he'd do it again... Exactly, she wouldn't dare report her father to the police for beating her. Where would she go then... To an orphanage? She longed so desperately to wake up in another world. To be reborn as someone else... She lay down on her bed. That evening, she didn't dream, she didn't have the strength, she just wanted to sleep, to finally learn the name of the man who haunted her every night. Maybe he would take her... Why did she believe in all this? She was 16, after all, and she hoped that magic existed, that a fairy would come, convert her father, and bring her mother back... Funny, it was unrealistic, really, all she wanted was peace...

She fell asleep...

She didn't sleep well, she dreamed of her parents; she didn't like such dreams. For her, they were just terrifying nightmares from which she couldn't escape. Even in her sleep, they wouldn't leave her alone...

"Alex, my child, I've been waiting for you, open your eyes and don't scream, I'm here on this side... Yes, my child here..."

She suddenly heard a faint whisper, as if from afar. She was afraid to open her eyes, thinking that this figure was real, that... That it had finally come for her, to take her away from home. She slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to the side. Someone was sitting in a chair. She jumped to her feet.

"No, I beg you, don't hurt me..." she began to whisper, her voice growing increasingly panicked.

"Don't be afraid, my child. I want to take you away from here, do you understand? Your dreams can come true right now.

" "Who are you?" she moaned, retreating to the wall.

"You see... Let's say I once proposed to your grandmother... She refused, and I'm still looking for a companion; I'm not forcing my soul... There's some humanity left in me.

" "Who?" – She couldn't believe the mysterious visitor's words, she thought she was dreaming.

"You see, it's not like in the books. It's true that we drink blood, but the transformation is painful. That dry branch wrapping itself around the heart. We don't force the soul, because it might rebel and kill the father... You know, Alex, I don't like explaining this. I know you want to experience a new world, feel the taste of blood in your mouth... That wonderful sensation of life being sucked out. It's beautiful, Alex. It's wonderful."

- And the sunset and the sunrise... And the sun and the joy of friends, of food... Besides, you're crazy, who the hell are you, you're not a vampire... They don't exist. Besides, vampires don't do that. They... They..."

"Exactly them, eh? You've already met some vampire who fears the cross and the sun, who sucks blood and thus becomes a father... I don't think so, so what do you know, my child? I'm young, I became who I am at the measly age of twenty-two, but I know a great deal about life, take my word for it. I know the nature of a vampire. He doesn't fear the cross, he doesn't shy away from the sun, but from day and light. But think, what would you do to see your father in a different light? As a vampire, you're reborn... You become someone else, you feel like a bird. After all, you desire it...

" "I don't believe..."

"You can easily find out if it's true, just say 'yes,' my child."

She sat in the corner of the room. She sat there for a long time. She stared blindly at the dying candle, every now and then glancing out the window, peering into the darkness of the night. Was she planning everything, or just trying to deceive herself?" I don't know, she didn't allow me to look into the depths of her soul and mind. She closed her eyes for a moment. She was remembering, trying to recall images she might have lost forever. Probably, like everyone before their transformation.

When she opened them, her eyes gleamed gray. I wonder who she saw before her. An elegant young man, sitting in a chair, waiting for an answer with a cold, indifferent expression, or a merciless beast, thirsting for one thing—Human Blood.

"Yes, I desire it," the young woman suddenly whispered in a barely audible voice.

"Are you sure?

" "Yes," she said more clearly, slowly rising from the floor and approaching me. I moved toward her. We were only a few meters apart, and reaching each other required so much effort. I brushed my lips against hers. They tasted like fresh raspberries. I closed her eyes with my hand and gently tore the neckline of her blouse. I slowly extended my index finger and traced a cross on her breast with my nail. Rivulets of blood appeared on her body, and she gritted her teeth. Then I placed my right hand over the wound and felt her heart beating rapidly.

"This is going to hurt," I whispered. Suddenly, magical power surged through my hand and struck her directly in the heart. The girl cursed softly and suddenly opened her eyes. I took a step back, a venomous smile playing on my lips. My long, sharp fangs gleamed in the candlelight.

Suddenly, the girl pressed herself against the wall. She began panting loudly, and a black, dried branch wrapped itself around her heart. I saw it from within.

The girl fell to the ground and began to shake as if she were having an epileptic seizure. An uncontrollable scream escaped her lips, and a moment later, rivulets of blood ran down her chin. Suddenly, her hair turned black and reached her waist. Her skin paled, and her fingernails lengthened. She lay there for several minutes, eyes wide open, without the slightest sign of life.

"Blood," she whispered, revealing sharp fangs. She leaped to her feet and flew out the window like a deer searching for prey. "To sink fangs into a man's throat," I heard the murmur of her thoughts, following her on a shared hunt...