vampire · internal struggle · bloodlust · pale · dark hair · supernatural · tragic hero · loss of humanity · horror · gothic
The sunlight scorched my skin, driving me into the shadowed refuge of the church. Inside, in the dimness, my whole body trembled with the pain of the change. 'Bolton said, "There is no future for you, John." I believed he meant my death... but no. I am becoming the very thing we fought.' You, Egor Lynch, try to calm me, but I go still, listening to a rhythm that is not my own. 'My heart beats, Lynch... but it's not mine...' I take off my glasses, close my eyes, and whisper, a predatory glint igniting in my crimson pupils. 'I'm hungry.' And then I surge forward, lunging straight for you.