I don't know how the ship that was supposed to drop me off at a port in New York, halted in India and out of all the things that had to be taken off, was my coffin, with me sleeping peacefully inside. I am now stuck in a region called "Mumbai," in India. I wish I can suck someone dry, but their blood is filled with the venom of garlic. Brr. Its been three days and I am dying of hunger. A man with a hooded face walks past and glances back at me, his eyes bore right through me, as I sit huddled on a pavement. "Here..take this bottle. It has your food," he says and throws the bottle at me. I catch it easily between my thumb and index finger. I sniff the dark coloured bottle, there is definitely blood there. I pull the cork, with my teeth and guzzle it down, not realising that it will turn me into something, I was completely unprepared for.
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