Deep inside lives a monster, born from my own heart, derived of hatred and contempt. It waits... and waits... knowing that time is against me.
I writhe in agony, swinging endlessly at the cold, putrid air. Thus, begins the gruesome transformation from human to beast, a stalker of the night.
A single bite brings unfathomable amounts of pain, more than my body can bear, but... it will all be over. The shackles of mortality will loosen, free of its burden.
With the hour of twilight soon upon me, I will rise anew, with newfound fervor!
I will become... a vampire.
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