[ -- no no no no no no no this isn't-- she can't-- this isn't her dream, she knows this instinctively. she can't move, can't force it away, can only watch-- but what else is she supposed to do, faced with her own sharp teeth and monstrous eyes?

is that me? Is it me? Is it-- it's me, isn't it? Isn't that what I am? A vampire, a monster, all teeth and claws and unfettered lust for blood. What choice did I get? Even without all my memories-- even being somewhere new-- that's all I am and all I'll ever be. And even she still sees me like this, despite everything...? So... what hope was there of ever changing? Why did she even try? Why--




Why would I--






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