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My friend was not becoming a member of the undead. “How is someone changed into.... Uhm.. Someone of your.. Kind?” Kenna asked next and we all looked at Kendrick expectantly. Keddrick looked at Damon and then turned to us when Damon didn't give a response. Keddrick drank the rest of his whiskey and cleared his throat. “So.. The sire, as we call it, will bite the human and drink blood from them. A lot. Like, almost to the brink of death. Then venom from the fangs needs to enter the bloodstream of the human. This will create a sort of chemical reaction with the rest of the body. The change usually happens quite fast, in a day or so. The human, or newly born vampire, will wake up after a time a

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

I never had nor will ever have any regrets for following this principle and that's what makes me the most eligible person to take up the throne of the vampire world after my father. The wolf is so focussed on its prey, a rabbit, that it doesn’t notice me. Taking the opportunity, I jump on it and sank my razor sharp canines at its neck, making it go limp first. The thirst quenching delicious crimson liquid starts to pour into my mouth as I suck on the open wound like there is no tomorrow. The more the blood trickles down my throat, the more I feel rejuvenated. After having my fill, I let it go.

How did such a simple thing cause such a reaction? "Ayla, I'm sorry... I appreciate that you saved me." My voice remains calm, despite feeling the opposite. "But please, calm down. Your reaction is way out of proportion." It seems like she's not listening to me. Ayla leans against the wall, and a guttural scream escapes her lips. I'm startled when the door is opened, and I see two men rushing in. Ayla's screams make my body tremble; they are horrifying sounds I've never heard another human make. Ayla looks at me, and I scream in horror as I realize her face is changing into a demonic form.

They were self-explanatory, and she would be able to tell which part of the book was most promising. She flipped through until she reached the back of the book with the cautionary tales. She skipped over the first one about Lysander, and the next few didn't seem promising either. Story after story passed by, and she was about to give up and read it closely for hints . . . until the very last section. Her fingers froze, her breath caught in her chest, and horror coursed through her veins as she read the title of the section: 'Blood Magic and the Creation of the Vampire-Human Child'

His head was decapitated, his hands had been twisted and turned to places they did not belong and his heart, it rested next to his removed head. Wilhelmina reached for the head and upon realising whom they belonged to, she collapsed to the ground. "W...Walde..." She had sobbed. What monster could have done this, she cried. Out of the shadows, a figure crept out and approached her with the gait of a predator. Wilhelmina didn't even bother to see who it was. Only one man was capable of such grotesque evil. Vlad Dracula. His middle finger hooked Wilhelmina's chin and he lifted it so she could meet his gaze. His fangs were out and stained crimson implying that he had quite the drink. "Did you re

As he stood up and pulled me to my feet, he kept my wrists locked in a vice grip while he emphasized that if I tried running again he’d only catch me, but this time he’d bind me… for my own good, of course. The goodness in me was still struggling to keep a foothold in the recesses of my mind, but it was slowly being overpowered by the cold, harsh vampire that I knew Charles’s to be. I was losing myself to the blood. Would the next meal I took finish the job? I felt a faint a pang of regret for the loss of the old, more human me before I pushed the thought away and grudgingly waited, hungrily, for Luthias to return.

As I opened the door to my bathroom, my eyes went wild in shock as I saw the shadow of a naked man, sleeping in my bathtub. I shifted the cotton properly and that woke him up. When he turned, his eyes were yellow, his skin white and fangs were protruding from his mouth. Scared out of my mind, I felt light-headed. It suddenly became difficult to breathe and instead of screaming, I began losing consciousness "Shit! Bella" That was the last thing I heard while embracing darkness. """""" Leave your amazing reviews guys and I'll update one more chapter today. If you're reading Damon, sorry for the slow update. The next two chapter is in the oven and will be updated ten to eleven hours from now. B

Now, it was her against the world. Scarlet lunged for the man, leaned her head back, and plunged her fangs deep into his throat. They sank deeper and deeper, hitting his vein. He shrieked, as he collapsed to his knees. She drank. She drank and drank and drank, as the man collapsed to the ground beneath her. She pinned him down, like an animal, on top of him, and as she did, she sucked out every last ounce of his blood.

The man stopped abruptly, almost falling backwards as he did so and muttered a few drunken slurs that were unintelligible, even to a vampire. Feeling his hunger reach its peak, he bared his fangs at the man and snarled just as a strike of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating his figure. Absolutely terrified but still drunk, the man turned on his heel and tried to run away only to trip over, landing in a puddle. He waited until the man had gotten back to his feet and then captured him in a strong grip from behind, sinking his fangs deep into his neck. Guzzling down the warm, sticky blood, he couldn't stop himself even as the bitter taste caused by alcohol hit the back of his throat. I