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One night we took a long walk to the forest. We just talked about how I
liked
the vampire compound. “Hold this!” I said. I stuck—Jorge in heart with a wooden stake!

I spent days making it during my long days of waiting. He fell to the ground right away, and I took off.

Chapter
11

About two years had
passed
since I escaped the vampire prison. I roamed from town to town, splurging on anyone I could find. I decided to do the unthinkable. I decided to pay my mother a visit. It was evening when I entered the farm. Things looked run down. Grass had not been cut, crops were dried out, there were no animals, and the place looked abandoned.

I roamed around the farm. I explored the area and I reminisced about old times, that my father and I had in the past. I also debated whether or not I should actually visit my

mother
or not. I was sceptical about her reaction. I thought to myself, and imagined different scenarios. I imagined knocking on the front door, as my mother opened the door. I pictured her smiling, throwing herself at me with open arms, with no questions asked.

Then my mother would take my hand, walk off together, and live happily ever after. Was it going to be that easy? I pictured my mother answering the door, seeing me,
then
she would scream in fear.

She would then run to grab an
axe, charge at me, screaming, “D
evil“! I imagined her opening the door, just staring at me, not having a clue who I was, from
having
Alzheimer’s. I was living in a dream world.

It started to thunder storm. I finally decided to knock on my
mother’s
front door. I heard footsteps that slowly approached down the stairs to open the front door. The door opened slowly, and made crackling noises.

My
mother’s
eyes met mine. She shed tears suddenly. I was speechless. We stood in front of each other for a moment, just gazing at each other. “I knew you would come knocking on my door someday.” She said. “Mother.” I said. My mother quoted from the bible. “They can no longer die; for they are like angels.” She said. My mother took my hand. She slowly pulled me inside, and then she closed the door.

The house changed, and was creepy. Candles were lit everywhere. The inside seemed run down. It was unclean. My mother and I sat in the living room, with many lit candles lighting the room. I heard the thunder outside. The lightning lit up the house. My mother never questioned me.

We sat down all night, and she spoke about what she had been doing the past couple of years.

She had become closer to God, then she could ever have imagined. My disappearance made my mother stronger in her religious beliefs. She didn’t care for the farm. The farm went down, with most of the animals that died off.

She never hired anyone to help take care of the farm. My mother had enough money saved, to take care of the farm, and her
self, for the rest of her life.

My mother talked all kinds of weirdness. She constantly quoted from the bible. We made our way to the kitchen for dinner, even though I was not eating.

My mother cooked supper. The kitchen was lit with candles. On the table, was a roasted ham, and red w
ine that my mother was drinking.

My mother ate her dinner. I just played with my food. She had her bible with her, as she spoke all kinds of nonsense to me, as she ate.

It was clear this was not the mother I once knew. I wondered if my disappearance made her go off the edge.

“Don’t be angry my Lord, you know how prone these people are to evil.” She said, quoting her bible. My mother looked at me, smiled, and took a sip of her red wine. She never questioned why I was not eating.

She refilled her wine glass, filled my wine glass, and we toasted. “Whoever sheds human blood, by humans shall their blood be shed; for in the image of God made mankind.” She said, as she brought the wine glass to her mouth. I did not drink the wine, I toasted my mother, held the glass up, and then put it down in front of me.

She knew I didn’t drink, I assumed she was just beyond crazy.

After dinner, my mother and I made our way back to her study. She asked that I pray with her for the rest of the night. She hoped that seeing me was not a dream, not a spirit, and not the devil‘s tricks.

It was an experience seeing my mother that way. She seemed to be transformed into some sort of prophet. She sat across from me with her bible, as she read out loud.

My mother handed me a bible. She asked that we take turns reading passages. She said that she did this every night, and throughout most of the day.

I thought she had become obsessed with God.

The night was long, and the thunder storm continued. “You are a child of the devil and an enemy of everything that is right! You are full of all kinds of deceit and trickery.

Will you never stop perverting the right ways of the Lord?” My mother said, raising her voice. I found a quote and rebutted my mother. “You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father’s desires.

He was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in him. When he lies he speaks his native language, for he is a liar and the father of lies!” I yelled.

We continued to read passages from the bible. My mother was so serious. I interrupted my mother, as she was speaking a passage. “What happened to you mother?” I asked.

My mother looked offended, since I interrupted her. “BLASPHEMY!” She yelled. “How dare you interrupt me!” She continued. My mother stood up in front of me. “Then once again I fell before the Lord for forty days and forty nights; I ate no bread and drank no water, because of all the sin you had committed, doing what was evil in the LORD’s site and so arousing his anger.” She said.

My mother turned to her shelf, which had all kinds of relics and odd looking bottles of who knows what was there. She grabbed one that had holy water in it and through—it in my face! I screamed!

My mother yelled as the water burned my face. “Be alert and sober mind! Depart from me, you who are cursed!” She yelled.

My face felt like it was on fire I lashed out my fangs to my mother, but I did not have it in me to kill her. I ran out of the room and was chased by my mother as she continued to yell and rant quotes.

I ran down the hall way toward the window, and crashed out of the window, with the glass exploding on impact,  into the storm. I disappeared into the darkness. I ran into the woods.

I could hear my mother continue her rant. “The demons begged Jesus! Send us among the pigs! Heal the sick! Raise the dead! Drive out demons!” She yelled. I continued to run for my life.

It was clear that my mother was not well, and I knew I could never go back to her. I had entered the dark forest. The storm was still strong and the winds were strong.

I needed to feed, as I was getting hungry again. As for my face, I was a fast healer,
and it
would take a few days for my face to replenish back to how pretty I was.

Chapter
12

I missed my first love. I was searching for a new love. I was splurging while I was searching. For months, I traveled the world for new loves. I made the biggest mistake. I tried to turn them. Ryan never showed me how to turn people. It was the worst experience for me. I would fall in love, and then when I would find someone that I wanted as a companion, everything went wrong.

I travelled to Italy and met a guy named Fabritz. He was hot! He was tall dark, perfect smile and built.

He worked as a tour guide at a museum that I toured one day. He approached me with his big blue eyes and charming smile. I could smell his blood across the room. It was the sweetest smell, very sexy.

We dated for a couple of weeks. He never noticed why I never came out into the sun. Most of the time I was there, it was cloudy, so there was no reason for him to suspect

anything
. One night I decided to turn him. We were at his villa, in his living room where we were making out. He would speak to me in his deep Italian accent, which was super hot!

I started to make my way into his neck, kissing it.

He very much enjoyed that. I was ready to turn him. It was my first time turning someone. I lashed out my pink fangs, and sunk them into his neck. He braced himself, holding onto the couch. I couldn’t let go of him, he tasted too good. He stopped resisting.

I cleaned him out. I realized once I started, there was no stopping me. I dropped into a trance, and had a sexual threesome with two hot Italian men. One was taking me from the front.
The other from the top.

It was a dirty affair. I was feeling extra naughty. This was a quickie, and sometimes my trances would be like that. I guess when deep down sometimes I wanted to just wake up and find my next feed.

I traveled to Germany. There was a guy I met, his name was Ivan.

He was built, blonde hair and blue eyes. He worked as a waiter in a fancy restaurant. The first time I set eyes on him, I knew he was mine.

I stocked him for a few days. He served me, and he found it very amusing that I would never eat anything, just play with my food to make it look like I took a few bites out of it.

He finally had the balls to ask me out, and we dated.

We went all around the city, to museums, out dancing at night, and spent time at his place. He actually lived with his parents, and they were very nice people.

Ivan and I spent most of the time in his basement, making out and having wild sex. His parents knew what we were doing and didn’t seem to care.

I decided I was going to turn Ivan.

I told myself that I was not going to go overboard and over drink his blood. I was riding him one night, and th
en we finished a minute later.

He wasn’t the best in bed but he would make a great companion. After Ivan blew his load I decided to slip my pink fangs into his neck while he was resting.

I sunk my fangs into his neck and I made sure not to suck him dry. I decided to stop after a few seconds, and pulled my fangs out of Ivan’s neck.

He was choking! Blood was squirting out of his neck from the fang holes. He was bleeding to death.

He was holding onto his neck, and then I took my hands to his neck to stop the bleeding.

The blood wouldn’t stop shooting out of his neck, and then suddenly Ivan stopped moving. He was dead. He died with his eyes open. I was covered in his blood. Ivan’s mother called out to Ivan.

When he didn’t respond I told his mother that he was sleeping. She continued to call out for Ivan. She didn’t even understand my English.

She came downstairs and saw Ivan on the bed in a pool of his own blood. She screamed.

I came behind her and told her to stop screaming, and she wouldn’t so I sunk my fangs into her neck to make her unconscious. Ivan’s father came down to see what was going on. He saw me standing over his wife’s body.

All three of them were good to the last drop.

I traveled back home and decided to give traveling a rest.

Turning someone was all about timing, and it was just a matter of time before I turned someone.

All I needed was more practice. I went around town and practiced, practiced, practiced. Soon, I was going to be perfect.

One night I was in the mood to splurge. I roamed the small town I was wandering past. The night was foggy, yet people were walking the streets.

I spotted this juicy looking red head girl and I followed her.

I thought I would see what she was up to and follow her home.

She walked into a building and I followed her.

She made her way downstairs into darkness. There were curtains that she walked past and I followed her inside.

Inside the room was dark lit by candles and there was about a dozen men and women standing around drinking coffee and helping themselves to sweets like donuts and croissants.

I was really curious.

I asked one of the women what that place was and it was the study of witchcraft, and everyone who showed interest was
allowed
to participate and join in on the action.

The people I saw were just everyday looking people, nothing unusual. I kept my eye on the red head girl that I was following.

She was talking to some scruffy looking guy across from me. An old man was among the group and he greeted me.

He
wasn’t
even flirting with me, he seemed genuine and welcomed me to the session.