I wanted to die that night. I wanted it all to end.
I stood at the edge of the rooftop ready to jump when my tired eyes met her glowing blues.
They weren’t natural. Nothing about her was natural, but I wasn’t afraid.
It wasn’t until her ice-cold fangs sunk into my neck did I find myself terrified.
But why?
Wasn’t death what I wanted? For once, wasn’t I getting exactly what I wished for?
Maybe I had hoped that in death, I would be reborn.
Who knows, maybe I would be.