C1 bloody night

Engulfed in the night's darkness, Cassandra sat in a café in the city's old square, feeling wearied by the monotony of her life and seeking a brief respite. For her, this square had always been a sanctuary. But tonight, everything around her seemed just a bit different, a tad more mysterious.

A gentle breeze caressed her face as she sat sipping her coffee. Suddenly, a mournful violin melody echoed in the distance. This tune was unfamiliar to her. Drawn to the sound, she followed the melody from the center of the square toward the old cathedral.

As she ventured further, the violin's melody grew clearer. Amid the shadows, at the back of the cathedral bathed in moonlight, stood an old man with hi

s violin. With closed eyes, he played with all his soul.

A curiosity stirred within Cassandra. Who was this man? Why was he playing the violin here at this hour? Overwhelmed by her intrigue, she cautiously approached him. However, the closer she got, the more she felt an unsettling aura radiating from him.

Sensing her approach, the man abruptly stopped playing and opened his eyes. Those eyes... Deep red, brimming with a darkness that seemed to drain the life around them. Cassandra's skin prickled with unease. A voice inside her screamed to run, but her feet wouldn't move.

The vampire closed the distance swiftly, and Cassandra felt a chilling dread. Paralyzed by fear, she couldn't react. The vampire wrapped an arm around her, and as his sharp fangs pierced her skin, Cassandra felt her strength waning, her vision darkening. She believed her end had come.

Yet, death did not greet her. With the first light of dawn, Cassandra opened her eyes, lying on the cold stone floor of the cathedral. But she wasn't the same Cassandra anymore. There was a deep red glint in her eyes. The only memory she had of the city, the square, her coffee, and her old life was that haunting violin melody. Now, she was a vampire.

Cassandra's head was still spinning. However, this dizziness was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Slowly, she rubbed her face with her left hand and reached for the bag beside her. She gently unzipped it, feeling the items inside. Her leather wallet, keys... And finally, her fingers touched the cold surface of her phone. The screen lit up faintly, revealing numerous missed calls. The name "Melisa" was at the top.

With difficulty, she unlocked the screen and returned Melisa's call. As she brought the phone closer to her ear, Cassandra's voice was thin and broken, like an hourglass running out of sand. "Hello Cass, where are you? I've been worried sick. Come home now!"

Cassandra's lips were parched, and she couldn't respond for a moment. She whispered, “Melisa...” But her voice sounded strange to Melisa.

"What the hell is with your voice? Did you swallow a frog, Cass?"

Cassandra's newly sharpened nails were scratching the concrete floor. With a deep sigh, she said, “I'm so thirsty...” This new thirst wasn't something any water could quench.

Melisa, sensing Cassandra's discomfort, asked, “Thirsty? Cass, where are you? Tell me exactly where you are. I'll come and get you right away!” Her voice filled with evident concern.

However, Cassandra didn't have the energy to cope with the situation. She threw her phone away and tried to get up slowly. She blinked her eyes. The day had just begun, but she felt as if she had been thirsty for years.

Her body felt as if it was burning from the inside. Her lips were chapped and dry. Grabbing her bag, she took heavy steps, exiting the cathedral. Everything was clear. Too clear. As all the sounds rushed into her ears, she covered them with her hands, trying to block out the overwhelming noise. She quickly moved away, heading towards a less crowded area of the town square. Slipping between two houses, she found a hidden alcove and concealed herself there.

Cassandra tried to control her breathing, which seemed louder than ever. As her heart raced, she could even hear the soft murmur of conversations from inside the neighboring houses. This heightened sense of awareness was disorienting, almost maddening. The thirst, however, was what dominated her thoughts. Her mind kept drifting to memories of fresh, dripping blood.

A stray cat wandered near her hiding spot, its feline eyes shining in the dim light. Without even thinking, Cassandra reached out, her newly heightened reflexes allowing her to grab the creature effortlessly. The cat hissed and struggled, but it was too late. In her desperation, she bit into it, the warm blood offering a temporary relief. But it wasn't enough. She needed more.

As the night progressed, Cassandra realized she had to learn to control these new urges, or they would control her.

The night was draped in a velvet darkness, the only light emanating from the sporadic street lamps that dotted the cobbled streets. Cassandra, disoriented and panicked, stumbled through alleyways. Her clothes torn, her heart racing, she tried to recall how she came to be in this state. Every nerve in her body screamed in pain and hunger. The need to feed was overwhelming.

Suddenly, she caught the scent of something alluring. A warm,

rich aroma that tugged at her new instincts. Following it, she found herself in front of a club, its neon sign reading "Velvet Nights." The rhythmic thumping of music beckoned her inside. Inside, amidst the fog and laser lights, people danced with

abandon. Cassandra's eyes, however, were drawn to the bar where a man sat,

nursing a drink. His gaze met hers, eyes a deep shade of amber. He seemed to

see right through her.

"Come here," he mouthed, and she found herself drawn

to him, the scent of him stronger and more intoxicating up close.

"You're new," he remarked, his voice deep and soothing.

"I... I don't know what's happening to me," she stammered.He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You're in

transition. And I'm here to help."

That man was Liam.