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weakened by the process, until I could eat.
A vampire s thirst is unlike anything known to man. It s more than an unquenchable thirst. It s
more than starving hunger. It s more than a passionate lust. It s all of those things combined and
multiplied, and it s none of them. Everything inside me became focused on getting one thing, and
it blotted everything out. I have never done heroin, but I would imagine that the closest human
feeling would be akin to that of jonesing for a hit. My body felt wrong and diseased until I finally
drank blood.
Jack gave me a bag of blood to drink from, and Mae and Ezra chaperoned on the sides of the
room. I gulped it down greedily, but it felt nothing like when I drank Jack s blood. Well, not
nothing. It tasted wonderful, and it made me feel amazing and warm, but it was nothing as
intense or amazing as Jack. Still, I instantly felt better, and there was new pleasurable change
happening inside of me that I didn t understand.
Like before, and like when Milo drank, the blood intoxicated me, and I was still a lightweight. I
passed out almost immediately after downing the bag of blood, but I slept better than I had in
days. It felt like the first time I had really gotten any rest, and for once, it was dreamless. No
nightmares about eaten alive or set on fire.
Sometime later, I d wake up from all this.
I opened my eyes to see the world as a vampire for the very first time.
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