She was nothing, yet she was everything.

I have lived a thousand lifetimes, watched the world grow old around me, witnessed the deaths of trillions upon trillions. By my hand, I have contributed to that. Killing was a hobby. Death just came so easy. Snapping a neck, piercing a heart, draining the lifeblood... it all became a bore. Humans were so weak. Insignificant. Nothing more than a small morsel at best. But then she came along. Or rather it was the other way around...

I was hungry and although I won't die in sunlight, it does provide an insatiable itchiness that leads to a blistered complexion. Thus, I hunted within the night, searching for my first prey, hoping to quench my thirst. Hunting was difficult for I had become a gourmet over time, preferring only the sweetest of blood, however, this time I did not need to search or even kill. My prey was already dead, lying in a pool of blood with another human crouching over it, her mouth streaked scarlet.

The scent was heavenly, the sound of life slowly draining away music to my ears. It was an epiphany of lustre, the perfection of death and I couldn't resist feeding in front of her. A girl I soon came to realise was none other than a cannibalistic twilight fan. I cringe to this day at the irony and regret even more for letting her go. I had learnt from experience never to leave any witnesses behind but as I drained the soul out of the dry corpse I couldn't bring myself to kill her. As a cannibal, her blood was a cocktail of flavours and I wanted nothing more than to suck the lifeforce from her but that's when I saw her face. The same face of Elisabeta.

From there, things escalated, for the first time, out of my control. She promised to keep my secret in return for her life and I thought things would be over but no. She had to torture me every single day and night, stalking me like a shadow, forcing me to suffer the nostalgia of her face. it became routine though. Eventually I got used to the knocking on my window. I got used to the annoying calls at night. I got used to her sharing in my meals. But then it all stopped. She got diagnosed with terminal cancer but due to some twisted fate, I couldn't lose her. I couldn't lose the ambrosia of blood. I couldn't lose the face of my sweet Elisabeta. Not again.

Strangely, I wasn't the only one who wasn't willing to lose her. On our final feed together, she drugged the corpse with garlic, not poisonous but a heavy sedative. I blacked out and the next thing I knew, my fangs were covered in bliss iself. That's when I knew I was tricked. My naivety unleashed a bloodthirsty witch.

Now I hunt for the abomination I created. Now I hunt for The Vampire Bitch.