***First story on watt pad*** My name is Myra and I'm out for blood-- literally, ripping my target into shreds is just half the fun. I need my reward too. but first let me tell you why. I'm not your average vampire. I Wasn't Bitten nor plagued. I just happen to have vampire genes in my blood. how would you feel knowing that when you die you be stuck to live your life the same age for the rest of your life? this is where the word curse comes in because then you'd be a slave to the sun, unless you have a witch as an ally. The worst part is I was killed by my own blood.