Kiss Me

After losing everything, there was only one option.

Jump.

Go all in.

With both fangs.

It was the punishment I deserved after what I'd done.

Before a few months ago, I didn't eat meat.

Now I craved blood.

As a full-fledged vampire, I couldn't get enough, and I'd decided to embrace it.

Accept my new lot in life as a wicked supernatural creature.

I'd become something I hadn't believed possible, but now that I'd changed, the truth was, I liked it.

At least while I partook.

Afterward, when the blood haze faded, guilt would edge its way in.

I hadn't killed another human, not since Gabe, but killing him was horror enough.

It ate at my heart.

I remembered the grotesque way his body lay on the floor. The way Professor Pops and the guys looked at me with loathing, disgust, and fear.

But I deserved it.

I'd become a monster and killed a boy I thought I might love.

A brother.

A son.

He'd kissed me, and I'd repaid him in blood.

Lots of it.