My grandma gave me these words of wisdom just before she died.Then she told me to run.Because if the old witch is dying, then he needs a new one.And that’s me.This is my curse.I am the vampire’s power.I am the vampire’s strength.I am the vampire’s .And he is very, very hungry.I hate him, but I crave him.I want to be rid of him, but I also want him next to me.I want to feed on him and sometimes I dream about him feeding on me.It feels like a trick. Like abuse.Like Stockholm syndrome.But it’s not. It’s just… the blood.I am the vampire’s scion.I am the vampire’s slave.I am the vampire’s .And he will never let me go.I am the vampire.Once you make a deal with me, it’s done.There’s no going back.Once I bite my lip—Once I bare my teeth—Once I let it drip—He’s mine.She’s mine.And together we are .
