Blood. That's the only word that crosses my mind each night as I suck the fleshy humanity out of people like they're helpless puppies. Do I want to? No, never. But to a vampire like me, blood is like a source of energy. It fills our hunger & quenches our thirst of what it's like to be normal. And by normal, I mean not the pale-faced, blood-stained monsters that we're treated as. I still remember the night I was cursed when I killed a pure blooded vampire. Everyday, I wish to be human again. But the Bloodstone's color never fades away.

(A/N: I know this is super short, but this is just the prologue, guys. Also, this is going to be very gory & cringey, so just a warning. I'm surprising myself with this dark side of my writing, lol. Anyways, parts are every Sunday!

P.S. Here is a clue for you, to try & figure out who I am! Clue: I say "Hey yalls!" a lot.)