Birth of a Vampire

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Written by Robert Quintin Penn
Thursday, 01 November 2007

Last Updated ( Saturday, 03 November 2007 )

Everyone knows that if you are bitten by a vampire, you become one too. That's a given, but what people don't understand is what occurs; how you feel as you become one. Vampires are the living dead, like zombies, but more human than animated corpse, with a necessity for human blood. There are certain requirements that a victim must have before he or she becomes a vampire. You must be of the opposite sex, and you must be a virgin, otherwise, you become a zombie under the control of the vampire that bit you. But, if you do meet these requirements, you become a step up from a zombie, a living dead creature known as the vampire. If you are lucky, you will die once you are bitten, but as for myself, I suffered through the days as I slowly transformed into a damned being.

It was a very cold night on Christmas Eve. I believed that everyone would be inside at that hour, and decided to go on a long stroll through town, up to the low population outskirts. As I walked along that night, along that dirty road, I spied the dark silhouette of a person, who even in the darkness, I could tell was female. As a teenage boy, I could easily tell. Nonetheless, I brought my hand up in a wave and said, “Good evening, Miss.” She stepped closer, and by closer I mean she seemed to move ten feet in a split second. “Miss...?” I said, a little frightened by her agility. “Victoria. I can see the blood flowing through your neck from your fight or flight reflex. It l-looks so goo-hoo-hood...” I stepped back. “The hell...?” and then she lunged on top of me.

If I was 21 years of age, and had my concealed carry license, I would have shot her in the gut, but alas, I was unarmed. “Get off of me you-” I was stopped from saying anything when I felt those fangs pierce my flesh. I am not going to lie, I didn't go silent because it hurt, or because I felt faint, but because it felt so damn euphoric. Being bitten by a vampire brings what is quite possibly the greatest feeling ever. From within your brain down to your toes, it feels like getting an electric shock, but pleasurable instead of painful. It felt so good it should be a sin. I guess it felt so good it was ungodly.

Then she licked up the blood. I felt very cold, and I felt a burning sensation where she bit me. Then the pain came on. Think of it like this. You go to a restaurant, and have some really fine food, but once you get home, your bowels implode on you and for the rest of the night you are on the crapper. That's what being bitten is like; good at first, but then you are in a lot of pain. After rubbing my neck, I was amazed to find that I wasn't bleeding as much as I thought. Certainly a bite like that should have caused exsanguination, and a rapid death. Looking back on it, bleeding to death at such a rate would have been more pleasurable than transforming into a vampire.

Upon looking around, I found my assailant to be gone. Since I am a smart man, I took that chance not to look for her, but to get the hell out of there. Upon arriving home, I looked into my bathroom mirror to see the damage that was done. Two marks on the right side of my neck, about an inch apart. Odd thing was that they had already healed up. No blood at all. Suddenly I felt very faint. I did my best to make it to bed. One step, two steps, three, four, ...five, ...si- and then I fainted.

Upon waking the next day, I found that the single ray of light coming from the window was going across my eyes, and I hated it. I rolled out of bed, and put on a hat to shield my eyes a bit. That's when I noticed that my eyesight was being affected too. I could see a fly on the wall of my bathroom, which was completely dark, but even in my dim room, my eyes felt like they were looking into the sun. I grabbed some shades and threw them on. Looking back at the fly, I noticed that I could actually see the hairs on its legs, even though I was 20 feet away. My eyesight had improved drastically. Glad I didn't have to wear contacts anymore.

I looked in the mirror again to check on my neck. The bite marks were still there, but they were much smaller. I lifted my shades to check out my eyes. The usual green of my eyes was replaced by a slightly reddish glow. Since it was Christmas, I went upstairs to open the presents I received. Luckily, my family didn't ask anything regarding why I was wearing a hat and glasses. After we had finished, I decided to ride my bike.

I could tell that something was wrong when my wireless speedometer read 35 MPH as I went down the hill, which wasn't that steep at all. Then on my way up the hill, I was going at 20, which I have never done before. I got to the top, and just pedaled as hard as I could as I went down. I reached 50, which is quite unusual, sense I normally only get to 35 at most. That vampire must have done something to me. My muscular endurance and strength seemed better. While I was outside, I also noticed that my skin seemed like it was burning. Not painfully, but it seemed rather warm to the touch, even though it was about 30 degrees.

The next day I awoke to find a rabbit outside. Something about it was so...good. I went outside and with a overly long jumping leap, I caught it and bit into it. I felt the blood gush out from its neck. Geez, it tasted great! When I finished, the carcass hit my boots. Looking upon it, I had a sudden realization of what I had done. At which point I muttered, “God, what is happening to me?!” So I returned back inside, and picked up my bible, hoping to come across something to help me. Whenever I had a problem, I'd just flip through the book, and the page I stopped on would always have the answer. What I saw was troublesome: "In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen"

Days past by, and I kept inside for longer hours. I only left at night, or with my arms and face covered by a jacket. I even eventually bit my own dog. Eventually I had trouble consuming any food or drink whatsoever. Water seemed to cause me much distress; I barely showered, mainly using a soaking wet cloth with soap to manually wash myself. Then came New Year's Eve. I decided that I must find the vampire who bit me.

You ever see a film with a male vampire as the main role? He always gets the women, and I never knew why. I was going down the same street to the city limits, and just about every woman on that street turned their head to look at me. I knew after looking in the mirror earlier that my skin was paler than usual (and I already am quite pale), and my eyes glowed slightly, but they actually looked excited. Now was not the time to wonder about how I was now magically a chick-magnet, for I had to get to the outskirts. Something told me that Victoria would be there.

Yes, this was the place. The place where I had lost my soul to an undead freak. Sure enough, there she was. My eyes met hers with a certain hatred. She was smiling a suggestive smile, I was sporting an angry scowl. “Why?” I asked her. “Tough times these are,” she sighed, “might as well complete the task.” I grew slightly frightened, but did my best to hide it. “What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?” I asked. “Drink.” she said, at which point she took a knife to her throat and cut it wide open. Precious red blood spilled out. It was so inviting, so appealing to me, and I didn't know why. I grabbed her shoulders and drank some of her blood.