The Life of a Newborn (5 )

I was beginning to become more relaxed, even though she was not telling me what I so desperately longed to know.
“Do you not wonder why you did not immediately go after David? Why his blood didn’t call for you to drain it?”
Honestly the thought never crossed my mind. I was so focused on the task she had completed so easily, my blood lust had not gotten the better of me. I then ask. “Was it because I was so adamant about finding out how you could do what you do?”
Miriam laughed heartily. “Somehow, I doubt even that could give you such restraint. No, it is because he drinks a special drink I make him. He drinks it daily, and that way I have no urge to drain him either.”
“How is it you know so much?”
Miriam takes a bite of the cookie. “When you have lived as long as I, you learn things through trial and error, and through others like us.”
“What do you mean as old as you?” I blurt out, “You can’t be much older than I am.”
Miriam stares forcefully into my eyes.
“Did you never watch a movie on vampires Paul? Do you know absolutely nothing about what you are?” Miriam questioned?
Looking and feeling ashamed, I state, “No… I haven’t. I didn’t grow up to privilege. I fought for all I had, and fighting for a frivolous luxury was not going to happen when I was starving. So to answer your question, I know nothing of vampires. I know nothing of what I was forced to become.”
Miriam took pity on me. She began to explain everything, starting from her change into a vampire. My the time night fell, I had a better knowledge of what had occurred, even though I didn’t know exactly why. I suppose no one could answer that except for the one who made me.

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