The sterile smell of the hospital hung heavy in the air. The room was filled with the sound of labored breathing, tense whispers, and then—a cry. A heart-wrenching cry, filled with pain and anticipation.
"Just a little more, ma'am. You’re doing great. One final push!" The doctor’s voice cut through the haze of exhaustion, urging the mother to keep going.
With a final push, the room erupted into a symphony of relief and joy.
"It’s a girl!" the doctor announced triumphantly, holding up the tiny, wriggling newborn for the mother to see.
Tears immediately welled up in the mother’s eyes. She gazed at her daughter, her voice trembling. "My beautiful baby..." she whispered, as her arms reached out to hold the delicate new life.
The father, barely able to contain his emotions, jumped up and down with joy, his laughter blending with the newborn’s soft cries. "She’s perfect!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking with pride.
For those first few moments, everything was perfect. The weight of the world fell away, and all that existed was love, pride, and the start of a new chapter.
But things soon took an unusual turn. From the very start, I wasn’t like other babies. The nurses, exchanging glances, would whisper about me—the "big baby" as they called me. I was stronger, more energetic than the rest. While the other infants slept soundly in their cribs, I would kick my legs and stare wide-eyed at the world around me, curious, restless.
And then there was the birthmark—a small, star-shaped mark on my left hand. My parents adored it, treating it like a sign from the universe that I was special, destined for something extraordinary. I was their pride, their miracle, their first daughter.
Or so they thought.
As I grew, strange things began to happen. My strength, my speed—they were unnatural. I healed faster than any scraped knee or bump should have. The sun, once a source of warmth and light, became something I shied away from, preferring the dark coolness of night.
The whispers grew louder. Not just from the nurses but from the shadows that seemed to follow me wherever I went.
My parents had no idea what I was—or what I was becoming. All they knew was that I was their daughter, their firstborn.
But I wasn’t the only one.
The truth was something far darker, something they never could have imagined. Because, you see, I wasn’t just a human child.
I was something... else. Something older, something dangerous. A creature of the night.
A vampire.
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