Freedom after 50 years. The first 25 I learned control. The second… the hunger grew.
I walked through a village near my former home. The pulse of the villagers, the only sound I heard.
The night blurred in a mixture of blood and hunger, torn out throats, and screams echoing on the dead wind. The entire village gone in one night, save for a single soul. She wept over her mother.
One sire came to me. The event vanished in the night by his hand. The girl made vampire — my punishment. I owed a new debt and my freedom vanished.