After losing everything, there was only one option.
Jump.
Go all in.
With both fangs.
It was the punishment I deserved after what I'd done.
Before a few months ago, I didn't eat meat.
Now I craved blood.
As a full-fledged vampire, I couldn't get enough, and I'd decided to embrace it.
Accept my new lot in life as a wicked supernatural creature.
I'd become something I hadn't believed possible, but now that I'd changed, the truth was, I liked it.
At least while I partook.
Afterward, when the blood haze faded, guilt would edge its way in.
I hadn't killed another human, not since Gabe, but killing him was horror enough.
It ate at my heart.
I remembered the grotesque way his body lay on the floor. The way Professor Pops and the guys looked at me with loathing, disgust
