Evil Rising

The pain was intense and I held to it as though it were my only salvation. The blinding pain of not feeding for such a long period of time mixed with the silver poisoning that was beginning to make it's way into my system was almost too much for one being to bear.

I'd used every ounce of my strength to just stay awake during the night. I needed to listen to the humans and what they had planned. My body was in dire need of downtime after two days of being forced to remain awake during the daylight hours. My face and neck were caked with my own dried blood from the bleeds and I would've happily drained the lot of them if given the chance. It had been many hundreds of years since I'd gone this long without feeding. But even then I'd had opportunity to feed from animals to stave off the intense hunger pains.

My growls of pain mingled with snarls of anger as the breathers continued the invasive questioning. With every vial of blood they withdrew from me, my hatred for them grew. I had to force myself to not focus on that hate in order to learn of their plans for me.

I heard talk of the IVL taking charge of me soon and the humans didn't seem to eager to let me go. I was under the impression that they were quite interested in the healing powers of my blood. I'd been subjected to having my blood taken and a foreign substance injected into me at various times.

In my weakened state there wasn't much I could to do prevent it, even if I hadn't been chained in the silver.

I often thought of what I'd do to them when I was released or managed to escape. It involved the entirety of their blood being spilled for my pleasure.

The burns on my flesh were severe and I knew I would need a lot of fresh blood in order to heal. Unfortunately that wasn't going to be an easy task, even after my escape.

I wish I could speak his name publicly but it would put him in grave danger, but I do appreciate the risks he took to secure my freedom. He fed me from his own wrist, just enough to give me the strength to move about freely. When we reached our first destination I was given a bit more of his blood in hopes that by nightfall I'd be well enough to travel further.

The nights all blended into one and with each passing moon I found my desire for human blood growing along with my hatred of those that breathed. Soon my only thoughts were of making them pay for what they'd done to me.

I couldn't stop the thoughts of killing them all and I no longer wished to live among them. I found myself craving the rush of killing. Once safely back in the United States, I found my undeath no longer consisted of shoe shopping and parties. Now all I could think of was blood and death.

I didn't fight the evil desires that consumed me. I clung to them and let myself imagine that everyone I fed from or killed were those that had placed me in this predicament. It wasn't long before I gave up the idea that I'd ever be the same. I enjoyed this new world I was living in far too much to ever go back to the boredom that was goodness.

Soon I was busy feeding from teacups and killing humans for sport. Hunting became my only desire and I happily gave into those desires.