Prologue: This story may offend some people. That’s OK. Good stories should stir some emotions, good or bad.
I knew it was stupid drinking too long with friends and then walking
home alone. In all modesty, I am an attractive 24 year old woman, and when I am dressed up for the night out, I look pretty good. Walking home alone at 2:30 AM is just dumb… of course I got mugged.
This was not a normal mugging. I immediately gave up my purse and cash. Then he bit me on the neck. I could feel the blood coming out of me. My heart raced, then I fell unconscious. I woke up next morning, and for some reason the sun really hurt. What a hangover.
Slept three days straight. Missed work, and I’d never even been late before. Wow. The sun really hurts.
Decided should get some food. Went to the grocery store. For some
reason everything just smelled disgusting. Also noticed for some reason I could hear people’s heartbeats. That was more than a little odd. Then some idiot almost ran over a toddler in his mobile shopping cart. Somehow I moved quicker than I ever have and got the toddler out of the way. Also pushed the mobile cart over without any effort. At this point have I’ve figured something strange is happening.
Now I only want to be awake at night. I can hear the blood coursing
through people’s veins. I am not superstitious but only a moron couldn’t see the signs. I am now apparently a vampire. Yeah, I Googled it. Have all the signs. To be blunt I never believed in this stuff. Now I’m living it,
I’m thirsty. For blood. But I was raised Catholic. Ten commandments and all that: Thou shalt not murder.
Decided to go to church this Sunday. Well, that was fun. As soon as I
stepped onto the property my feet felt like they were on fire. Then walked into the church proper. My feet actually started smoking. Yup, I’m a vampire and holy ground does not like me.
I ignored the burning. Actually took communion. The priest, Father
Daniel, looked at me in the weirdest way. Later did some research. Turns out Father Daniel is a bona-fide exorcist. Yes, the Vatican really does have an exorcism division. The cup burned. I think it actually partially melted. And when I drank the wine, it hurt. Then something happened.
Turns out when a vampire drinks the Blood of Christ without having taken any human blood, something happens. Now I can walk in daylight. I also can sense vampires – yes, they do exist, and I am one – wherever I go. For some reason they are drawn to me.
Ran into the first jerk who turned me. He tried again. Let him bite me again. I didn’t really feel any pain. He did. Within ten seconds he burst into flames.
Now I go out late at night. I don’t hunt vampires, I let them hunt me. They apparently cannot help themselves. So far have killed 38 vampires. There are 38 piles of ash.
I just have to wonder, am I the only anti-vampire out there?
