Cold. Oh, so cold. I shiver, completely unaware of what’s happening. I think I was outside. I think I was burning.
Oh.
Right.
Yes.
I’m a vampire.
I still hate the word in my head. It makes me all kinds of pent up and angry. Also makes me want to hurt something. Myself mostly, which is just odd. Who wants to hurt themselves just because of what they are?
All this thinking is making my head hurt.
“Ashryn,” a soft male voice says. Hmm. He sounds nice. Soft. Caring. Like trust.
“Ashryn,” the voice repeats. I like it. It makes me feel kind of warm despite the cold. I try to open my eyes, but they still kind of burn. Maybe not my best idea then. “I need to cut off your clothes,” the voice says. It"s still really soothing, and I nod. It probably comes out as more of head loll. Classy.
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