And after carefully draining the vessel of vitae and dropping a bit of one’s own blood upon it’s lips a most amazing transformation occurs.  The creature is now vampyre, kindred.  One of The Damned.  But the pain of transformation may be maddening.  An agony as tangible yet indescribable as any pain real or imagined.
 

Giulia gasps and opens her eyes.  Her vision is clouded for a moment then springs into full bloom.  Blinded by the vivid colours swirling in halos about her, she reaches up and rubs hard at her sea blue eyes.  “Alexandria?”  Her chest spasms as if on fire.  It hurts to breathe.

“Alexandria?” she calls louder, her voice echoing hallow in her ears.

“I am here, my love.  My beautiful Mistress.”

Her lungs burn as if blackened by smoke.  Her skin feels split and peeled, raw.  “Alexandria!” She screams, her voice hoarse and grating.

“Shhh, the pain isn’t more than you can handle.. Shh my love, all will be well.”

 Each hair on her head feels tugged, yanked by it’s very root.  Her fingers convulse open and shut.  Open and shut.  Each little bone in her hands mangled and throbbing.  “Alexandria!”  Her tongue feels thick and heavy, swollen to the point where it blocks her throat and cuts off her air.  Her stomach surely had a hole in it, a gaping hole where the acid has been leeched out.

Each moment feels hotter, heavier and painfully real.  The light burns her with it’s brightness, it’s white flame.  The very blood coursing through her veins: fire.

“Shh, my beloved.  Mine forever.”

Wet bloody screams, nails scratching at flesh to tear, shred.   “Alexandria!”

“My beautiful Mistress.   I am here.”
 

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