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I search my bed for my phone, the damn alarm wouldn't stop screaming.

I look at the time before seeing the day, "I'm off today. Great," I mutter as my stomach begins to growl.

I ignore it and curl back into my blanket, maybe i can go back to my dreams, a few minutes later, the growling intensifies. I finally get out of bed when it begins to hurt.

I raid my fridge but find nothing appetizing. I settle on spaghetti and meatballs. I boil the water and begin rolling the groundbeef in eggs and seasonings.

The more I mixed the hungrier i got, wiping my nose with my back hand gave me a wif of the meat and made my stomach begin to hurt from the hunger. I sniffed my hands again, and the smell became alluring to me. I ate the meat from my finger.

"Ow!" I jump when i cut my own finger on my teeth, I rush over to the small mirror in my hall when i notice I'm bleeding.

"What the hell?!" I notice my canines have grown out and are extremely sharp. I look at my finger and the wound is gone, but just touching the tip of my tooth tears my skin apart.

Blood fills my mouth and a moan escapes me, I jump as I question why that tastes so good.

"This is insane, this can't be happening," I rush out to the bathroom only to scream when I notice the changes. My hair has grown past my butt, I've gotten at leadt four inches taller, my body had gain muscle, ive lost all color in my skin, I'm pale and a bit blue in some areas, i might need make up.

My dark blue eyes are a icy light blue now, my nails have always been long, but never sharp, I'm going to have to be careful with that.

"I pull away from the mirror when the smell of burning meat reaches me. The burning greasy meat scent in the air makes me nauseous and I gag on saliva and air.

I throw the meat away and I raid the fridge, I begin eating all my fruit, but it only makes my stomach protest more. Its not what I wanted. I grab my keys and rush out.

I head to the meat market and take their bloodiest meats and make my way back home. I rush on my way back, the smell of the blood in the paperbag squeezed between mg breast and arms was driving my stomach crazy. Maybe I'm a zombie not a vampire, I agree with myself but the idea of drinking whats at the bottom of the steaks sounded far more organism versus devouring the raw meat.

I was walking so focused I didn't notice the man following me until a hand fell on my shoulder. I was yanked around, sending my bag falling, I gasp and ask what do they want.

"Give me your money!" I step back before stuttering I spent it all on food.

"Please let me go, I'm really hungry and I have nothing to offer you," I plead as I look at the bag of meat at the floor, my stomachs growls were becoming painful.

He slams me against the wall and I yelp, "oh you have something," he closes in and his warm catches my attention. The pulse from his fingers digging into my collar bones, something was telling me to take it.

Take what? My hands land on a throbbing vein in his neck, before he could move the blade closer to my neck I jump onto him and sink my teeth into his neck, the warm, sweet taste of blood makes me moan as my hunger finally begins to quiver.

He begins to scream, but I snap his neck and we fall together. Once i drain him of his blood I clean myself up and look for a sewer opening to toss him into.

"Vampire it is."