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I watched in disgust as the vile woman circled me, leering at me. It made me shiver. How could I have ever found her attractive?

She let out a ‘seductive’ giggle, continuing on her meaningless rant, about her meaningless desires.

"You may not love me honey, but I love you and we are to be together forever.” she winked.

“You're absolutely delusional. I'm not your mate, and I never will be. So cut the crap.” I spat.

“Oh silly, my mate died, but you’ll do just fine.” she grinned, her finger slowly moving down my cheek.

“We could both die... don't you understand that? This is wrong. The council would have you killed.” I mumbled, desperate to provide a legitimate reason.

I sat there thinking of ways I could persuade her not to change me. I don’t love her; I don’t want to become what she is. I'm human, and I will be for the rest of my life.

She advanced towards me, making my heart drop. This was really happening...

I began to sweat profusely, any cockiness or confidence I may have utilised previously, now diminished as I flinched, fearing the oncoming pain.

She forcefully tilted my neck to the side. I began hyperventilating, if she changes me she will be my rightful master and I have to obey every order and command. What if she forces me to love her? When I find my mate, I won’t be able to be with them. The thought brought tears to my eyes.

My heart was hammering ferociously in my chest as I felt two fangs sink painfully into my neck. Soon I was able to feel the venom coursing through my once human veins.

I could feel the change in my body as my eyesight enhanced along with my smell and hearing. Soon I felt two large fangs painfully push through my sensitive gums.

And all that was left was complete darkness.

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“Awake, are we? About time. Oh, I sense you have a gift, Gerard. Perhaps that's why the process took so long... magnificent.” She sneered.

To consumed by my own thoughts I had forgotten about Elizabeth, glancing up to meet her gaze distastefully.

As I initiated eye contact, her face contorted in a gruesome manner, her lips parted as ugly sounds were released. Her screams soon echoed through the warehouse. I smirked as I realised my gaze was inflicting this pain... I was powerful. Channeling all the hatred I could possibly muster, I continued to glare, stepping closer to her as she writhed and convulsed at my feet.

Almost as soon as it had started it ended, her body igniting seemingly spontaneously. Soon, there was nothing left but ashes.

Shocked, I began walking out of the warehouse slightly stunned that I had killed her and confused about my apparent ‘gift’.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, and everything in between, is how my story starts.

Notes

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Miss MCR