Bruno...
My name echoed like that — torn through the air — divided between immense despair and an innate will to survive.
I felt my body being thrown by a speeding car. Time, then, almost froze for me.
Each second dragged on as if it lasted hours.
And there, in the center of that accident, I saw myself slowly sinking into a scene as decadent as it was inevitable.
My eyes closed, and I saw my death.
But, as if in a grotesque duality, time seemed to fly and stagnate at the same time.
Suddenly, my eyes opened. Stunned, I stared at my body: no injuries, no pain, no weakness — just a strange paleness that made me think of anemia.
However, something in that sensation clashed with logic: there were subtle, almost imperceptible, but deeply unexpected changes.
And what stood out the most was my body.
Before, I was just a young man of almost 16 years old, with a slightly defined physique — the result of some effort, but far from perfection.
Now, however, there were more muscles. More volume, more shape.
And, above all, something I had been looking for for a long time: the abdominal muscles were beginning to stand out under the pale skin, subtly jumping, as if they wanted to announce a transformation that was yet to come.
I felt strange about it — sensations common to humans began to invade me: fear, curiosity, confusion.
However, little by little, they were all gently suppressed by something that emerged from the deepest part of my being.
But… what happened?
Did I die?
Would the one who was once human now be just a specter of what he once was?
Am I on another plane? Dead? Reborn? Reincarnated…?
Vamp…
A soft and beautiful voice echoed in the distance, making my body shiver.
I couldn't hear her clearly — she was talking while I was still trying to understand what was going on.
I gathered the little strength I had and, stuttering, I murmured:
— D... d... did you talk to me?
Then the voice resounded very close, clear:
— Who else would it be?
She continued, as if answering what I hadn't even asked:
— Vampirification: when a vampire bites someone and injects their own blood, until the transformation is complete.
My mind had never been so lucid.
Thousands of questions crossed my mind in milliseconds.
Vampire? Me? Who are you? Where am I? Why did you transform me? What did I do?
But, before I could say a word, the voice answered:
— Why? I know you much more than you imagine...
My little Bruno.
When she said my name, her voice sounded different — full of delicacy, curiosity and a subtle passion.
Moved by an instinct I didn't understand, I turned my face to the right.
There, a door began to open slowly...
Creak... creak... creak.