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When I woke the next night I was surprised by how much better I felt. Slowly I realized I didn't remember falling asleep last night, or even most of the night. I wondered if I had passed out from the thirst. But why did I feel so much better? I was pretty sure I hadn't fed- wait. I licked my lips slowly. There were no longer dry and a wonderful sweet-salty-savory flavor lingered on my tongue. This I assumed was the flavor of human blood. But how did it get there? I didn't feed! I was sure of it! I was not becoming a monster! I couldn't, wouldn't!
But slowly it came back to me. I remembered Vlad coming in, and him grabbing me and forcing me to taste the blood- then nothing. I assumed I had gone into a frenzy. "No…" I sighed sadly. I stood up and went to leave and pound Vlad's face into one of the stone walls. He had forced me to feed! He had made me act like a monster! I was absolutely fuming and if the little blood in my body had been flowing it would all have been pooled in my face at the moment. "Vlad!" I called down the halls angrily. "Where are you?!"
Vlad flinched from his room where he was getting dressed. Yes, his prediction had been right, I was much angrier. He would be surprised if I didn't try to kill him. I found my way to his room and stalked across; about to grab him and throw him on the ground, he stopped me. "Python, stop." He frowned. He was glad to see that I was up and about, feeling so much better. But it was kind of pointless to save her only for his vampire 'daughter' to turn around and kill him.
"Why?" I asked, upset. I felt like I was about to throw a tantrum. "You made me drink blood!"
"I'm sorry," He sighed. "But I couldn't sit by and let you starve yourself." The vampire knew, even though she would still hate him now, that the girl could no longer resist blood when she needed it. Her vampire side would not tolerate starvation any longer. She couldn't go on without the blood anymore and, no matter how much she hated herself for it, the girl would want blood consciously. "Don't you feel better?"
Suddenly my fists dropped. I did… I felt so much better. There was a slow burn of evening thirst in my throat and I wanted more than for it to just go away- I wanted to satisfy it. I wanted more blood to drink. "I… yes." I shook my head sadly. "But that doesn't change what you did." I growled. "I'm still monster now because of you."
He frowned, upset. "Look, I was only trying to help." He put a hand on my shoulder. I tried to shy away but found myself reluctant to. He squeezed slightly and I collapsed on a chair, suddenly lost in thought. "You see," he rubbed my back gently. "Though you do have to drink blood, that does not automatically make you monster. You still have most of you will, and if you wish you could be a vegetarian of sorts. You can only drink from blood bags."
I held back and angered sob. "But I can't see my family every again. Not even when I do finally die." He frowned at this.
"Not necessarily." The older vampire smiled just a little bit. "A vampire can still go to heaven. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness." It had taken him hundreds of years to figure this out. Not everything said about vampires was true. He wanted her to know this, though he didn't practice it himself. He felt like there really was no hope for him at this point and had accepted it, eventually. Maybe she could inspire him to resume the practice as well.
A small, sad smile made its way onto my face. "Really?" I felt like this would help, and immediately things were easier to deal with. But his suggestion of being a 'vegetarian' of sorts was kind of unappealing. My vampire side craved fresh blood, and I figured… with his help… that I could go without killing anyone or even really hurting them.
He smiled slightly at how much I had calmed down, and the small look of hope on my face. "You see, it is going to be all right." He stood up and stroked my hair. "I am sorry for forcing you to feed last night though."
I shook my head slowly. "No- I guess it's all right…" I tried to smile and touched the bite marks he had left on my neck again. Though they still made me think painfully of my family, and how there were gone now, it did remind me that he had saved my life- er- afterlife. "Thank you for saving me." I nodded slowly.
He helped me stand back up and smiled. "You are very velcome." The vampire started the leave the room and I followed slowly, starting to feel the attachment that new vampires had to their vampire 'parents'. "I promise you vill have a good afterlife." He chuckled. The vampire kind of had to, since she probably wouldn't be ready to be on her own for many, many years.
"Thank you," I shut my eyes and smiled.
"So you got her to feed?" Igor strolled into the room, frowning. Sure he was happy that his master didn't have to bother trying to make her drink blood but now she was out of her room and able to spend time with her new master. What if they got feelings for each other? What if he would be replaced by the young vampire? What, seemingly worst of all, if his master went soft?
"Yes," Vlad frowned slightly. He guided me to sit down in a chair in the kitchen and went down to the blood cellar. The entire time he was gone I looked down, twiddling my thumbs. The hunchback was glaring at me and it made me uncomfortable. I felt like this wasn't over, not by a long shot. Soon the vampire returned with two bags of blood- one male and one female. I watched as he poured it into two glasses and began to warm them up.
"Thank you," I smiled reluctantly when he handed me the glass. I sipped it thoughtfully, slightly angry at myself for breaking but happy that I could feel good again. He smiled quietly before drinking from his own glass. Igor continued to frown at his master and the new vampire.

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When I woke the next night I was surprised by how much better I felt. Slowly I realized I didn't remember falling asleep last night, or even most of the night. I wondered if I had passed out from the thirst. But why did I feel so much better? I was pretty sure I hadn't fed- wait. I licked my lips slowly. There were no longer dry and a wonderful sweet-salty-savory flavor lingered on my tongue. This I assumed was the flavor of human blood. But how did it get there? I didn't feed! I was sure of it! I was not becoming a monster! I couldn't, wouldn't!
But slowly it came back to me. I remembered Vlad coming in, and him grabbing me and forcing me to taste the blood- then nothing. I assumed I had gone into a frenzy. "No…" I sighed sadly. I stood up and went to leave and pound Vlad's face into one of the stone walls. He had forced me to feed! He had made me act like a monster! I was absolutely fuming and if the little blood in my body had been flowing it would all have been pooled in my face at the moment. "Vlad!" I called down the halls angrily. "Where are you?!"
Vlad flinched from his room where he was getting dressed. Yes, his prediction had been right, I was much angrier. He would be surprised if I didn't try to kill him. I found my way to his room and stalked across; about to grab him and throw him on the ground, he stopped me. "Python, stop." He frowned. He was glad to see that I was up and about, feeling so much better. But it was kind of pointless to save her only for his vampire 'daughter' to turn around and kill him.
"Why?" I asked, upset. I felt like I was about to throw a tantrum. "You made me drink blood!"
"I'm sorry," He sighed. "But I couldn't sit by and let you starve yourself." The vampire knew, even though she would still hate him now, that the girl could no longer resist blood when she needed it. Her vampire side would not tolerate starvation any longer. She couldn't go on without the blood anymore and, no matter how much she hated herself for it, the girl would want blood consciously. "Don't you feel better?"
Suddenly my fists dropped. I did… I felt so much better. There was a slow burn of evening thirst in my throat and I wanted more than for it to just go away- I wanted to satisfy it. I wanted more blood to drink. "I… yes." I shook my head sadly. "But that doesn't change what you did." I growled. "I'm still monster now because of you."
He frowned, upset. "Look, I was only trying to help." He put a hand on my shoulder. I tried to shy away but found myself reluctant to. He squeezed slightly and I collapsed on a chair, suddenly lost in thought. "You see," he rubbed my back gently. "Though you do have to drink blood, that does not automatically make you monster. You still have most of you will, and if you wish you could be a vegetarian of sorts. You can only drink from blood bags."
I held back and angered sob. "But I can't see my family every again. Not even when I do finally die." He frowned at this.
"Not necessarily." The older vampire smiled just a little bit. "A vampire can still go to heaven. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness." It had taken him hundreds of years to figure this out. Not everything said about vampires was true. He wanted her to know this, though he didn't practice it himself. He felt like there really was no hope for him at this point and had accepted it, eventually. Maybe she could inspire him to resume the practice as well.
A small, sad smile made its way onto my face. "Really?" I felt like this would help, and immediately things were easier to deal with. But his suggestion of being a 'vegetarian' of sorts was kind of unappealing. My vampire side craved fresh blood, and I figured… with his help… that I could go without killing anyone or even really hurting them.
He smiled slightly at how much I had calmed down, and the small look of hope on my face. "You see, it is going to be all right." He stood up and stroked my hair. "I am sorry for forcing you to feed last night though."
I shook my head slowly. "No- I guess it's all right…" I tried to smile and touched the bite marks he had left on my neck again. Though they still made me think painfully of my family, and how there were gone now, it did remind me that he had saved my life- er- afterlife. "Thank you for saving me." I nodded slowly.
He helped me stand back up and smiled. "You are very velcome." The vampire started the leave the room and I followed slowly, starting to feel the attachment that new vampires had to their vampire 'parents'. "I promise you vill have a good afterlife." He chuckled. The vampire kind of had to, since she probably wouldn't be ready to be on her own for many, many years.
"Thank you," I shut my eyes and smiled.
"So you got her to feed?" Igor strolled into the room, frowning. Sure he was happy that his master didn't have to bother trying to make her drink blood but now she was out of her room and able to spend time with her new master. What if they got feelings for each other? What if he would be replaced by the young vampire? What, seemingly worst of all, if his master went soft?
"Yes," Vlad frowned slightly. He guided me to sit down in a chair in the kitchen and went down to the blood cellar. The entire time he was gone I looked down, twiddling my thumbs. The hunchback was glaring at me and it made me uncomfortable. I felt like this wasn't over, not by a long shot. Soon the vampire returned with two bags of blood- one male and one female. I watched as he poured it into two glasses and began to warm them up.
"Thank you," I smiled reluctantly when he handed me the glass. I sipped it thoughtfully, slightly angry at myself for breaking but happy that I could feel good again. He smiled quietly before drinking from his own glass. Igor continued to frown at his master and the new vampire.