But all too soon the urges come back, take over you and your original self is once again possessed, screaming for your body to stop. But you never stop. Vampires are evil demons, put on this world for no apparent reason but to cause havoc and unimaginable anguish wherever they go. They express no remorse, feel no love and relish in the pain of others. I should know, because I am one of them.

Issy lives with her family in a remote town in the English countryside. It was just like any other small town: boring and uneventful. Every day was the same: the same people, same routines, same surroundings. That is, of course, until the Vampires invaded, and everything turned upside down.


2. Urge

I sit on the armchair in my bedroom, trying to gather up enough courage and strength to face the world. Today is the third day since I was Turned, and the first day that I have to go to school and try to act normal while the soul of a demon possesses me. And I know it’s not going to be easy. I’m still shaken up from the night before; that was the first time I bared my fangs, and I was unfortunate enough to catch my reflection in the mirror, to witness the monster I have become.

We were sitting in the living room, watching the 10 o’clock news and acting like a normal family - after all, no one can tell I’m... I’m a... one of them. Mum was sitting in her usual spot: the left side of the sofa where she can reach the phone on the coffee table if it rings. We always have to make sure we can quickly grab the phone; ever since the Vampires came there’s been a lot more phone calls, the Force calling to tell us that a loved one or friend has been a victim to the Vampires. The Force are a group of people who have dedicated themselves to hunting down and killing Vampires, and protecting innocent people from the monsters – like a police force that specialises in Vampires. My younger sister, Alice, was sitting next to mum, one hand gripping her mother’s as she watched, white-faced, the horror that was unfolding on the screen, and the other stroking her cat in an almost meditative way. Dad was sitting next to Alice on the right side of the sofa, his jaw clenched as he watched. I was sitting in the armchair a few metres away from mum; once I was Turned I asked to always sit there, as it was the furthest place away from my family. I still wasn’t sure what would happen when I got an urge, what I would do, who I would hurt. Ironically, it was right then that I experienced my first one.

The news story was documenting the latest mass Vampire attack, showing video footage of the monsters sucking the life out of our fellow townspeople. They started showing these horrific scenes on television to remind us that no matter how normal and human they seem, they are most definitely not, and we mustn't forget that. The camera, clearly posted a far and safe distance away, zoomed in on a particular Vampire that was feeding on a lady who was no older than mum. Wait a second: I recognise that bright red hair... that’s our next-door neighbour, Stacy. I started to feel sick to my stomach – I would never, ever do something like that. I would never be a monster like him, like it. It was then that he lifted his head up to stare straight down the camera lens, making the camera-man jump in surprise. His eyes glistened a dark red, a colour that matched the liquid that was pouring down from his fangs. He gave a big smile, baring all of his teeth which were coated in the red liquid. My stomach lurched, but not in a grossed-out way, in a way that portrayed to me the intense longing it was feeling. I wanted, I needed to taste blood, to feel its rich, metallic taste overwhelm my taste-buds, and to experience the rush I was sure would envelope me once I tasted it. It would probably be warm... fresh from a frail human’s body... I’m sure they wouldn’t mind... My stomach felt on fire as the urge overwhelmed me... Wait, urge? I’m experiencing an urge. I’m turning into a monster... In the space of a split-second I felt fangs slide down from inside my gums and pierce my bottom lip, sending bright red drips of blood running down my chin. Oh. My. God.

I sprang up out of my chair and ran as fast as I could, inhumanly fast, to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. I leaned over the sink, breathing heavily, trying to regain any sense of humanity I had left in me. Slowly my eyes travelled upwards from staring at the plughole to staring at my reflection in the mirror, looking straight into my panicked eyes. They looked almost grey instead of the deep brown they usually did, and my thick brown hair that fell to my shoulders in waves was straggled and frizzy. My light skin tone had a redness to it that wasn't usually there, and I could see that my shoulders were hunched and my jaw was taut. That’s when I saw them: the fangs, my fangs. The bathroom light glinted off of the shiny liquid, my blood, which coated them. I screamed.

“Issy! Issy are you alright? What’s going on in there?”

I could hear the worried voice of my mother coming to me from the other side of the bathroom door. I sat down on the closed toilet seat, trying to regain composure and steady my voice.

“Uh, nothing. I just got really freaked out by that news story – That was Stacy, mum. Just lying there, helpless, and there was nothing we could do to help her...” My voice hitched at the thought of our poor next-door neighbour. She was so sweet, she used to babysit me when I was younger. She didn’t deserve this – no one did.

“Was that blood I saw on your chin in the living room? Stacy, are you alright? Seriously, open this door!” It was then that I noticed the pounding on the door, which I hadn’t before over the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears – well, at least that still works. I must still be part human, then.

“Uh, yeah. It was so intense and terrifying, I bit my lip but didn’t realise how hard I was biting down.” Not technically a lie, but not the whole truth either. God, I don’t know how I’m going to go on living like this; having to lie to everyone I love. “Look, I just feel really sick. That news story really spooked me. I’d just like to be alone right now.” The pounding stopped and I guessed that my mother had walked away. An hour later my fangs receded.



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