For hours you just sat there, staring at the lifeless bodies before you. Every now and then you would bring your hand up to touch the pointed teeth you now had.
Fangs. They were fangs. You remembered your mother reading you stories with creatures who had fangs. Vampires. Was that what you were? In the stories, the vampires were always portrayed as the bad guy and everyone feared them.
Your stomach dropped. What if people found out what you were? Would they stake you much like they do in the stories? Sooner or later people are going to discover this place and report it back to Central Headquarters.
Yes. Even though you were only a small six year old girl, you knew of Central and such. Your parents, and sometimes some of the elders, would educate you on what they did and where they were located.
Slowly, you stood up and turned your back away from the horrific scene. Away from the village and away from the place you once called home. The next few years were going to be filled with fear an