"Oh shit, I'm dying" was the only thought in Paul's mind.
After thirty seconds that seemed like an eternity the woman retracted her canines and left him, licking the blood, HIS BLOOD, from her lips.
After thirty seconds of an extended deadly orgasm he finally regained his consciousness but not for long.
He could feel it...his heart was pumping hard, trying to send blood, as much as she had left him, to his entire body.
His inner organs were already failing, his brain functions were slowing down and his breath, well he was still breathing but it was a slow and painful effort.
He felt like he was choking and he would vomit if he could only make himself get up from the chair he was tied to.
Suddenly, a wave of despair came crushing down on him.
He was too young to die, he didn't want to, he wanted to live, to be a successful scientist a perfect husband and a loving father.
He felt hot tears fill his eyes.
But he wouldn't beg, not that he could speak anyway.
And then it happened. He had a heart attack, his heart collapsed in all that effort.
He felt a severe pain in his chest, then his vision became blurry and then nothing. A dark, cold...nothing.
Paul didn't see the woman tearing her hand's vein with her teeth.
Paul didn't see the woman untie him.
Paul didn't see the woman holding him in her arms like a mother holds her child.
Paul didn't see the woman pouring her blood inside his mouth!
But he felt it...
Like liquid fire her blood poured down his throat, changing him.
First his organs, then his bones and flesh and finally his heart.
It pumped one last time accepting that black blood of hers.
Then his eyes opened, he could see, but everything was red around him, no other color but red.
And that thirst...thirst for something more refreshing than cold water in a hot day.
Thirst for life in its purest form.
Thirst for blood!
His senses were still blurred but he was sure he didn't need his glasses to see and even in this dark room he could make out everything around him.
His smell could catch even a two days long dried after-shave on someones t-shirt.
His hearing, OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? WHO WAS FIRING A CANNON BELOW? Well he could even sing the lyrics of the songs if he knew them.
He tried to move. He failed at first. It was different than before. He didn't have to try and move. No he would just do it, effortlessly and more swiftly than ever.
He stood on his legs.
He could feel muscles he swore he never had before.
Whatever she had done to him had changed him and as as far as he knew she had changed him into something better.
And what about HER? Well the woman, who called herself Nansy was nowhere to be found.
But there were other people, humans, who smelled delicious. They smelled of life and blood, hot and fresh blood running inside their veins.
That was already enough for him, roaring like a beast he went straight for the neck of one of his friends, Marinos was his name.
He tore his neck with his canines and started drinking the hot blood, like a child gulping his favorite juice.
He stopped only when nothing was left.
And along with the blood, gone was the life of his friend.
But it was not enough. In his blood frenzy he could feel only hunger and thirst. Fortunately for him there were more bodies around.
Normally, drinking a human dry was enough to sustain a vampire for at least a week, but not for him.
As Nansy explained to him later it had to do with the age of one's creator- the older the creator the more blood his child needed to sustain its new existence.
And Nansy was quite old...
And he drunk...all of them. Even after having quenched his thirst he continued drinking, because blood was like a drug and drug addicts never stop using until they are out of drugs.
And when his work was done he roared like a proud hunter who has caught his prey, like an animal, to let everyone know he had been victorious.
The only answer to his beastly call was a brief clap.
-Bravo! Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner in tonight's game!!!, said the woman with a grin on her face.
Her words brought him back to reality.
Everywhere around him he could only see friends with open necks lying dead, murdered by him.
He wanted to cry but no tears existed in his eyes anymore.
He wanted to scream but suddenly his heart was frozen and his inner beast was calm from having drunk so much blood.
Then, without a warning, he charged at the woman but the woman wasn't there.
He felt a hard hit on his neck from behind, a hit that would have normaly broken his backbone and killed him.
Actually, it did break his backbone and he fell on the floor.
But only for a few seconds. Without him even realizing it, his bones got in their right place by themselves and he was on his feet again.
-Don't try to catch bigger fish than your boat Mr. Anageropoulos!
-I will kill you for what you've made me do, bitch!
-I admire your ambition and the fact that you are ready to fight so soon after your rebirth. Maybe I was wrong and you are a natural born fighter after all.
He strafed to punch her but again she was not there. He lost his balance and found himself again on the floor.
Before his eyes appeared the edge of the woman's scimitar.
-I am warning you, I don't like getting assaulted and I rarely forgive anyone who does so. I am going to present you with two choices. Think carefully before you answer me. No, don't stand up! Stay on the floor, as a reminder of your place compared to mine. First you accept what you have become, we clean this mess and go home before sunrise. We begin your training and maybe someday you will thank me for what I have done here tonight or, at least, you'll have a better shot at killing me."
-And the second one?
-The second option is you deny your new existence and I will end it right now. It will be so swift you won't feel a thing. So? Which one shall it be?
-I-I want to live.. he managed to whisper not knowing if it was shame or guilt he was feeling.
-I think you've made the right choice. Get up my young student and let's clean up this mess. Tonight starts your new life and by God's will and your own effort it will be a long one!!!
After thirty seconds that seemed like an eternity the woman retracted her canines and left him, licking the blood, HIS BLOOD, from her lips.
After thirty seconds of an extended deadly orgasm he finally regained his consciousness but not for long.
He could feel it...his heart was pumping hard, trying to send blood, as much as she had left him, to his entire body.
His inner organs were already failing, his brain functions were slowing down and his breath, well he was still breathing but it was a slow and painful effort.
He felt like he was choking and he would vomit if he could only make himself get up from the chair he was tied to.
Suddenly, a wave of despair came crushing down on him.
He was too young to die, he didn't want to, he wanted to live, to be a successful scientist a perfect husband and a loving father.
He felt hot tears fill his eyes.
But he wouldn't beg, not that he could speak anyway.
And then it happened. He had a heart attack, his heart collapsed in all that effort.
He felt a severe pain in his chest, then his vision became blurry and then nothing. A dark, cold...nothing.
Paul didn't see the woman tearing her hand's vein with her teeth.
Paul didn't see the woman untie him.
Paul didn't see the woman holding him in her arms like a mother holds her child.
Paul didn't see the woman pouring her blood inside his mouth!
But he felt it...
Like liquid fire her blood poured down his throat, changing him.
First his organs, then his bones and flesh and finally his heart.
It pumped one last time accepting that black blood of hers.
Then his eyes opened, he could see, but everything was red around him, no other color but red.
And that thirst...thirst for something more refreshing than cold water in a hot day.
Thirst for life in its purest form.
Thirst for blood!
His senses were still blurred but he was sure he didn't need his glasses to see and even in this dark room he could make out everything around him.
His smell could catch even a two days long dried after-shave on someones t-shirt.
His hearing, OH MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT NOISE? WHO WAS FIRING A CANNON BELOW? Well he could even sing the lyrics of the songs if he knew them.
He tried to move. He failed at first. It was different than before. He didn't have to try and move. No he would just do it, effortlessly and more swiftly than ever.
He stood on his legs.
He could feel muscles he swore he never had before.
Whatever she had done to him had changed him and as as far as he knew she had changed him into something better.
And what about HER? Well the woman, who called herself Nansy was nowhere to be found.
But there were other people, humans, who smelled delicious. They smelled of life and blood, hot and fresh blood running inside their veins.
That was already enough for him, roaring like a beast he went straight for the neck of one of his friends, Marinos was his name.
He tore his neck with his canines and started drinking the hot blood, like a child gulping his favorite juice.
He stopped only when nothing was left.
And along with the blood, gone was the life of his friend.
But it was not enough. In his blood frenzy he could feel only hunger and thirst. Fortunately for him there were more bodies around.
Normally, drinking a human dry was enough to sustain a vampire for at least a week, but not for him.
As Nansy explained to him later it had to do with the age of one's creator- the older the creator the more blood his child needed to sustain its new existence.
And Nansy was quite old...
And he drunk...all of them. Even after having quenched his thirst he continued drinking, because blood was like a drug and drug addicts never stop using until they are out of drugs.
And when his work was done he roared like a proud hunter who has caught his prey, like an animal, to let everyone know he had been victorious.
The only answer to his beastly call was a brief clap.
-Bravo! Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner in tonight's game!!!, said the woman with a grin on her face.
Her words brought him back to reality.
Everywhere around him he could only see friends with open necks lying dead, murdered by him.
He wanted to cry but no tears existed in his eyes anymore.
He wanted to scream but suddenly his heart was frozen and his inner beast was calm from having drunk so much blood.
Then, without a warning, he charged at the woman but the woman wasn't there.
He felt a hard hit on his neck from behind, a hit that would have normaly broken his backbone and killed him.
Actually, it did break his backbone and he fell on the floor.
But only for a few seconds. Without him even realizing it, his bones got in their right place by themselves and he was on his feet again.
-Don't try to catch bigger fish than your boat Mr. Anageropoulos!
-I will kill you for what you've made me do, bitch!
-I admire your ambition and the fact that you are ready to fight so soon after your rebirth. Maybe I was wrong and you are a natural born fighter after all.
He strafed to punch her but again she was not there. He lost his balance and found himself again on the floor.
Before his eyes appeared the edge of the woman's scimitar.
-I am warning you, I don't like getting assaulted and I rarely forgive anyone who does so. I am going to present you with two choices. Think carefully before you answer me. No, don't stand up! Stay on the floor, as a reminder of your place compared to mine. First you accept what you have become, we clean this mess and go home before sunrise. We begin your training and maybe someday you will thank me for what I have done here tonight or, at least, you'll have a better shot at killing me."
-And the second one?
-The second option is you deny your new existence and I will end it right now. It will be so swift you won't feel a thing. So? Which one shall it be?
-I-I want to live.. he managed to whisper not knowing if it was shame or guilt he was feeling.
-I think you've made the right choice. Get up my young student and let's clean up this mess. Tonight starts your new life and by God's will and your own effort it will be a long one!!!
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