Died Once, Why Not Die Again?

There he was, staring at a black ceiling, unable to recognize where he was. He sat up so he could get a better look around the room. The memories of what happened prior to him waking up flashed in his mind.

"Shouldn't I be dead? I used an Aether bomb as a suicidal act, so I wouldn't be taken by Camilla, the progenitor vampire."

Looking around, he found himself in a decently sized room with a crimson light coming in from the window above the bed he was on, barely lighting up the room.

"Why am I able to see so clearly, even though the light is barely lighting the room, and I don't seem to be using any etheric tools that grant night vision."

He turned his head and felt something brush against his shoulder.

"What is brushing against my shoulder?"

He touched his shoulder, feeling something soft and smooth resting on it.

"Is this... hair?"

It was long and he could feel it with his hand. His hair wasn't even long enough to reach his neck before. However, now it has reached his lower back.

"Why is it so long?"

He brought his hair in front of his face, seeing that it was no longer black, but a beautiful silver.

He turned his gaze to his unfamiliar hands that held up his hair.

"My hands! They are different. They are slender like a woman's, and my skin, too, is pretty pale.

He lowered his gaze even lower and saw two large protrusions from his chest that were covered by a luxurious black bra.

"B-breasts!!?"

He caressed the breasts to confirm, eliciting a high-pitched, soft moan from his mouth. Upon hearing what came out of his mouth, he immediately drew his hands back in fear.

"What happened to me?"

Looking around, the only reflective surface in the room was the window where the moonlight shined in through, so he walked up to it, seeing his reflection in the window.

He gazed upon his face only to see scarlet eyes as beautiful as rubies, where in the past they were blue as clear as the sea.

Looking at his ears, which were concealed by his hair but he could see the tip of, he moved his hair out of the way to get a better look.

"There… p-pointy."

In the past, his ears were round, but now they were pointy like vampires.

"There's no mistaking it; I-I'm a vampire now."

Even though he should be confused and shocked, possibly even in despair, he felt nothing as there was a weird serenity clouding his heart, finding himself calm after finding out he was now the race he hated the most.

Looking down at his body, he noticed his figure was flawless with curves in all the right places, giving him an hourglass figure. Instead of his previous underwear, he was wearing panties with no bulge in them.

"It might just be small, right. I could possibly have a sliver of my manhood left." He said, attempting to gain some hope.

His hand inched closer to his underbelly. His shoulders trembled as his hand drew nearer to its intended destination.

When his hand finally arrived there, he hesitated to touch between his crotch, but he realized that it was the only way to be certain, so he went ahead and did so.

He frowned at the empty feeling in his hand.

"So it's true, I really am a woman, but I'm still calm, even in this situation. I guess this is what being a vampire is. They don't seem to be taken over by emotions like a humans do."

She stepped away from the window and sat on her bed as she began trying to manipulate her aether, which was impossible for a human to ever do, but now as a vampire she could.

'Two things could've happened, with the first one being I was reincarnated like in a fantasy novel or Camilla turned me into a vampire, which I highly doubt, as my body should be ashes by now, but that doesn't change the fact I'm a vampire, so I'll kill myself again in order to end this hell.'

She was somewhat able to manipulate her aether, barley compressing it into an aether bomb and exploding it immediately.