Sired by a Bastard

You've read the stories, you know, the ones about humans being turned into vampires. They're usually some romantic tale with the hottest vampire ever created that falls instantly in love with some random girl next door. First comes mystery, than the crush turning into fascination, romantic feelings that are followed by the realization of true love and possibly eternal soul mates, the major discovery or confession, some epic climax ensues, sprinkle some fake fairy dust everywhere, and then neatly wrap the story up with a happy ever after bow. All good parts for what would seem like a great story, right?

Well my story, you can take all of that bullshit and shove it up your ass.

My name is Dayon and I'm 23 years old. The night I was turned was the night I was suppose to die. Freshly plucked from the streets just a few blocks south of my college dorm, I was turned and thrown into an underground fighter's pit just so that I would be an easy kill. You see, my sire needed someone to die so that his precious vampire lover could win. To him, I was easy pickings, someone who would die easily in the cage.

My sire thought I was weak. He thought I'd be an easy kill. He even thought I wouldn't have the will power to fight back.

Well, he was wrong...