He walks around the room and takes pictures of me. "I know what you are," he paused. "You're a vampire, a blood -sucking creature a demon creature, but vampires are the most beautiful creatures in the world."

My heart was beating so fast, like a drum without stopping. I want him to be quiet. I don't want to hear anymore. I thought he loved me, but why would he talk like that? Isn't it my choice to be a vampire? It’s never my choice, God why did you leave me like this? If only God were a genie, I would have gone back to what I used to be.

Being...