Bloodlust

Prolouge

The rain pounded against the dirt, hiding my mothers tears as she watches my coffin being put into that deep, deep,grave. Yes, my coffin. I am dead, and yet, still alive. I lie resting in the coffin, not breathing heavily enough for anyone to notice, my heart rate is barely going. But I'm alive.

The coffin has been placed in the hole, I can tell by the slight jolt in the coffin as they dropped it in, about a foot before they should have. It almost awakens me. Almost, not quite.

Even though I'm asleep, I'm still alert, though my senses aren't as keen as they would be if I was awake.

The scraping sound of the shovel shoveling the dirt onto my grave stopped. Complete silence surrounded me.

My eyes flew open, faster than I ever thought possible. Sniff, sniff. My nose twitched. I smelled blood. My eyes dilated. I pushed at the coffin lid with all of my strength, hardly aware of what I was doing. It flew open, pushing all the dirt out of the grave.

I faintly heard the screams, yet perfectly saw the cut from a rose thorn on someone's finger. That's when I attacked. It was a massacre. When I woke from my bloodlust I just stood there, shocked at what some monster did. That's when I realized something. It was me. The monster was me! I looked down at my cloths, the cute dress they had put me in was covered in blood. I could barely stand. That's when I screamed.

Who had done this to me? Why am I alive? What am I? What do I do? " I will find who did this to me," I hissed through my teeth, " and they will pay." that was the day I decided on revenge. This is now.