Escaping from the fate of a vampire

The Haunting Dreams

The haunting dreams began to consume my nights, leaving me restless and filled with a sense of unease. Blood, vivid and crimson, would flow through my dreams, tempting and repulsing me at the same time. I would wake up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest, desperately trying to shake off the images that lingered in my mind.I tried to ignore it, going about my daily routine as if everything was normal. But even the simplest things became a struggle. I would take a bite of a burger, only to find the taste repulsive, the texture unbearable. It was as if my body rejected anything that wasn't blood. I discreetly threw them away, not wanting to draw attention to my strange aversion.I couldn't bring myself to tell my family about these changes. I thought I could control it, that it was just a passing phase.

-My best friend,Olivia,started to notice that something was off about me. She would catch me staring into space, lost in my own thoughts. I could see the concern in her eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to confide in her. I didn't want to burden her with my dark secret, the fear that I was slowly turning into a monster.

My sister, Victoria, was the complete opposite of me. She reveled in her vampire nature, relishing in the power and control it gave her. She had no qualms about killing people for her own amusement, taking pleasure in killing for fun,leaving a trail of broken lives in her wake. I despised her for it, but I also feared her. She was cunning and manipulative, always finding a way to get what she wanted.
One fateful weekend, Victoria convinced me to accompany her to a party. It was a chance for her to indulge in her twisted desires, and she saw an opportunity to manipulate me. As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew darker, and the scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Victoria, with a wicked smile on her face, whispered in my ear, urging me to join her in a forbidden act.
In a haze of alcohol and confusion, I succumbed to her persuasion. I drank from someone, their life force pulsating against my lips. It was a mixture of pleasure and guilt, a rush of power coursing through my veins. I felt alive and yet, at the same time, I felt a deep sense of shame. But in that moment, I was too intoxicated to voice my inner turmoil.

The next morning, the memories of the previous night flooded my mind. Regret washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal towards myself. I had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. The darkness within me had taken its first step towards consuming my soul.

To be continued...