Chapter 3: The First Kill
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The vampire dragged Ethan through narrow corridors lit by flickering torches. The stones seemed to bleed shadows, and every sound of his chains was a reminder of his helplessness.
Finally, they entered a lavish chamber. Black drapes hung from the ceiling, and silver goblets filled with blood lined the table. The young vampire shoved Ethan to his knees.
“Drink,” the creature hissed, thrusting the goblet against his lips.
Ethan clenched his teeth, turning his head aside. The metallic scent clawed at his senses, both revolting and maddening. His body trembled—not only from fear, but from the hunger. That cursed, gnawing thirst that had grown each night.
The vampire’s sneer widened. “Still resisting? Good. I enjoy breaking the stubborn ones.”
He threw the goblet aside and slashed his own wrist with a nail. Thick crimson welled up, dripping slowly. He seized Ethan’s hair and forced his mouth open, pressing the wound against his lips.
At first, Ethan gagged, choking on the hot stream. But then—his body convulsed. His throat burned, his chest ignited, and the hunger erupted into a wildfire.
He drank.
Not because he wanted to. Not because he chose to. But because something inside him demanded it, screaming louder than his reason. The blood surged through him like fire and ice all at once. His wounds tingled. His muscles no longer felt like dying flesh, but living steel.
The vampire laughed. “Good. Good. Taste the gift you’ll never escape.”
But the laughter stopped.
Ethan’s hands, once weak, now gripped like iron. He seized the vampire’s wrist, holding it against his mouth. He drank deeper, faster, like a starving beast.
The vampire snarled, trying to pull away, but Ethan’s strength grew with every drop. His eyes burned crimson, his heartbeat thundered, his veins pulsed with unholy vitality.
Then—snap!
With a surge of newfound power, Ethan tore free of his chains and sank his teeth into the vampire’s neck.
The scream that followed shook the chamber. It wasn’t Ethan’s—it was the monster’s.
Hot blood flooded his mouth, sweeter and darker than anything he had ever known. Every swallow made him stronger. Every pulse of the vampire’s dying heart became his triumph.
When at last he released the body, the young vampire crumpled to the ground, pale, lifeless, empty.
Ethan stood there, chest heaving, his face and hands smeared with crimson. The hunger had dulled, but a new awareness rose in its place. His senses sharpened. His body no longer trembled with weakness.
For the first time since his family’s death…
He felt power.
But with it came a truth he could not deny.
He was no longer just a man.
He had become the very thing he swore to hate.
A vampire.
And in the silence of the chamber, Ethan whispered to himself, voice low, cold, and broken:
“If this is what I must become… then I will climb higher than them all. I will make them pay.”
🔥 End of Chapter 3 🔥
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