Liten Vampyr pov

It's believed by humans that vampires do not sleep or dream but that is not true, unlike humans our dreams are generally not our own.

When we've fed on a human part of them is passed on to us through their blood, when we rest after feeding for the next few days we are haunted by their very personal memories.

I've always considered it my punishment, being forced to see the life, dreams and memories of the person I've just taken. The only way I've learnt over the years to deal with this curse was to choose my victims very carefully. I always stalk my prey before I decide to feed on them so I know a little about them, it makes it easier when I'm subjected to their memories, I'd made this mistake years ago by feeding on a prostitute, believing her memories would consist off nothing more than debauchery, what I was subjected to was horrific memories of physical and sexual abuse from her many punters and her cruel narcissistic pimp, these dreams tortured my mind to the point I would scream out in my sleep, it tore at my insides knowing what she'd endured, I'd imagine me killing her was a sweet relief from the hell she was living but never less I learnt my lesson.

In that barn as I healed I would often wonder if I fed on Lucas what horrible visions would haunt me, I hear the anger that radiates from that house and wonder how it hasn't tainted that boy in some way. Yet he never shows any sign of his abuse blackening his soul or corrupting his mind.

The memories I must have passed on to my maker when she turned me and stopped death from claiming me must have nearly sent her mad because over the years they have nearly destroyed me.

My last moments as a human is scared deep into my mind, a wound that will never heal, it constantly weeps, oozes never scabbing over tainting my thoughts. I can still see their faces like crazed wild animals as they held me down and one by one took turns raping me. Never uttering a single word to me or each other, I realised years later the silence made it easier for them, if they spoke to me then I would become a person and it would be far harder for them to commit their brutal act on me, instead I was just a plaything to them.

I tried to fight for my life, to scream so someone would hear and help me but the harder I fought the more their wicked needs grew, I was punched so many times in the face my bruised bleeding eyes swelled shut as if my body no longer wanted me to see the horrors that were before me. With every thrust of those monsters as they entered me I silently prayed to God to strike them down, end this agony that shoots up inside me and burns at my insides, my prayers went unheard.

I was hit, kicked, spat on and raped until I was nothing more than a broken bag of bones begging silently in my mind for death to take me so that the pain would finally stop.

My mind, finally worn down, granted me a moment of peace as I blacked out, when I awoke they were gone, probably assuming I was dead. I was left in that field amongst the long grass, with the whistling wind that carried my sobs, nothing more than a carcass for the crows to peck out. My womanhood ached as I felt blood trickle out of me with the last traces of what these beasts had left inside of me. I was unable to stand as the pain washed over me in waves, my bones and soul had been broken.

So there I laid waiting for death to claim me but instead fate had different plans.

I can't clearly recall my makers face, my mind so far gone by now and my bloodied eyes so swollen, I could just about make out her shadow that looked like it danced around me with the night sky, stars and moon fluttering behind. I begged her as she leaned in closer to me, her long flowing hair tickling my bruised face, to kill me so to end my suffering as I was beyond saving.

The strongest detail I recall of my maker that has stayed with me until this very day was her voice, smooth like melted butter with a calmness to it. The only words she whispered to me was "Avenge yourself Liten Vampyr, blood for blood" then she removed the matted blood-soaked hair that clung to my neck and sunk her teeth into my bruised broken flesh.

There was no pain I was already numb as my life drifted from my body. Once she had fed she bit into her wrist and placed it firmly over my mouth, her blood dripped on to my tongue trickling down my throat and I gagged with the realisation of what she was doing. But I was too weak to fight her, I let her blood flow inside my mouth, so much blood I was sure that I'd drown in that field. At that moment it felt like lightning had struck me, every vein and nerve in my body awoke with a jolt as her blood spread through me, my body pulsated as my heart raced so fast I was sure it would burst out of my chest, I arched my back as I gasped for breath but no air got to my lungs and then it suddenly stopped - there was silence, my heart stopped beating and a darkness washed over me that suffocated the last breath that slipped from my lips, there in that muddy field broken and violated I died as a human so I could live as a vampire.

I will never know why those men did to me what they did to me.

The only consolation I have is they would never do it to another.

Once I was healed I went home to my village, I hunted and ripped all those revolting men apart, showing them no mercy, just like they showed me, draining all their bodies of blood until they were nothing but empty shells, sacks of disgusting empty skin and bone.

The frenzy of bloodlust overtook me that night and I killed every single person in my village, every man, woman and child; even my own family.

I had my justice, I had avenged my death but in doing so I had destroyed my last link to humanity.

Once my bloodlust had surpassed it tortured my mind, my revenge was a too higher price to pay for the loss of my soul and the deaths of all of my family.