The inhuman speed I had used a moment ago came back, carrying me back to the cemetery. Finding that founders wall again, I looked at the ground around it, my eyes having no problem seeing in the dark. There they were. I reached down and picked up the fake fangs at the same moment that I reached up with my other hand and felt the fangs in my mouth. 

"Crap!" I hissed. 

I found a house nearby that was empty and went inside. If I was a vampire, as impossible as that was, I know know that the 'vampires had to be invited in' thing was a myth. There was a mirror near the front door and I looked into it. At first, I thought I was going to see nothing, but I saw my reflection staring back at me. Another thing proven false if I turned out to truly be a creature of the night. I lifted up my upper lip to get a better view of my teeth.

My incisors were definitely longer that usual, looking remarkably like the plastic thing I held in my hand, but these looked positively real. They went right into my gums, and when I put pressure on them, I felt the sensation in my gums as well. Then I looked at my eyes, and those too didn't appear to be human.

All of that, along with my skin, which I will say had been looking paler that usual recently, caused me to jump away from the mirror. My mind started racing, going through everything I had ever seen or heard about vampires. I mentally made a list and began to work down it.

Weird eyes? Check

Fangs? Totally there.

Pale skin? Yep.

But what else was there? Weren't those just the typical things? I struggled to come up with more things. Then I found my thoughts coming together with ease. I didn't sleep at night, my movements were beyond fast, food didn't appeal to me- Wait a second. Food. Humans ate, vampires... drank. Oh, I didn't like the sound of that. But something inside me did, and that kind of scared me.

But why was I becoming a vampire? I wasn't bitten or anything. Well, maybe I didn't have to be. January had said that the re-embodiment of Jackson would be eighteen now... Nah, that doesn't mean I'm the reincarnation.

There was no doubt in my mind left that I wasn't human, however, I couldn't bring myself to call myself a... well, you know. And if I was the reincarnation of Levesque, why had it taken so long for these characteristics to show up? Then there was the 'burning in sunlight' thing. I have gone out every day, spent hours in the sun's rays, and I'm still alive. I knew I needed to get out of here, but where could I go? There was a thirst growing inside of me, my throat burning for something to quench it. And I knew the only thing that could satisfy it. Though I reckoned I should drink, I wanted answers first. I needed to find January. Would she have the answers I wanted, that I needed? Man, I hope so.

The door hadn't been locked when I burst in, so I didn't bother locking it when I left, making sure everything was exactly the way it had been when I'd arrived. She had said she was going to the Witches Shop, and though I had lived here for some time, I wasn't entirely sure I knew where that was. I wanted to ask the people I passed on the street, but I feared I might give in to the thirst if I got to close to anyone. 

Even though it was Halloween, and I was fairly certain I was a... non-human, when I saw a bat flying towards me, I thought it was odd. Yes, I, Ian Gray, who had accepted his metamorphosis easily enough, though seeing a bat on Halloween night was weird. I seemed to be coming right at me, as if nothing in it's mind was telling it to avoid colliding with me.  I ducked to avoid it, and something hit me. A envelop fell to the ground, and when I looked up, the bat was gone. Picking it up, I saw my name scribbled on the front. Though it was probably not the best idea to open a mysterious letter delivered by a weird bat (which reminded me a lot of the owls in Harry Potter), I opened it any way.

Ian Gray,

                                                           You have probably realized by now what you are. 

                                                 We in the vampire community stretch out a warm welcome. 

                                     You probably have countless questions, but we'll answer only one now. 

                                                     You are indeed the reincarnation of your town founder, 

                           and as you were born a vampire, the characteristics will not appear before you reach 18.

                                            The sensitivity to the sun will arrive once you have the blood of you

                                               first human kill running through you. If that thought repulses you, 

                                              you must get over it. If you do not drink within 20 days of your

                                                                       18th birthday, you will die. 

                                                  We send our best wishes, apologize for the late 

                                              delivery, and will send someone to you to explain more soon.

Let me guess, thoughts would be buzzing around in your head, right? Yeah, that's what I thought. But me? There was only one question in my mind: How had they found me? I knew that wasn't the important thing, I mean, I just got a note that confirmed my being a ... vampire. Well, at least I didn't have to hunt January down. Oh, bad wording.

I scanned through the letter one more time and my eyes fell on the blood drinking part. Only twenty days after my birthday. Shit, it had already been eighteen. Guess that was the perfect motivation to drink. However, I found no part of me that was adverse to the idea of drinking blood. In fact, I was slightly looking forward to it. Creepy.

Folding the paper up, I slipped it into my pants pocket. The scent of blood surrounded me, and I realized this is what I had smelled earlier when I had lost control over myself. How had I gone 18 years without dining on this marvelous scent? Oh, it was mouth-watering. I didn't have to let myself go, handing over me reigns to something unknown. Shifting through the different scents, I pinpointed one that was just too good to pass up. I followed it, never straying from the trail, until I saw who the scent belonged to. I knew part of me should be sickened by the idea of hunting another person, but none of me felt that way. Creepy, again. I didn't like how easily I was taking to this.

She was a pretty blonde, and dressed as Cat Woman. In stories, vampires have the power to lure people over to them, putting people under their spell. I wonder if it worked.

Walking over to her and the group of other teenagers she was with, I took her scent in even more, loving it.

"Hello, Kitten," I greeted, trying to sound irresistible. I never thought I would ever be doing something like this.

She turned around at the same time that the others looked over at me. I kept my eyes solely on her, looking into her eyes. I took her hand and kissed it, causing her to blush. I wasn't sure of what to say, but it didn't seem that words were necessary.  Her eyes were slightly glazed over, and I had a feeling that she would do whatever I said, follow me wherever I wanted her to go, even though I was a stranger. And I was right. She followed my slow, retreating steps towards the alley. Her friends looked worried and concerned, so I gave the girls a look as well, and they took the boys away, following the thought I had no need to speak allowed. Once the shadows covered us, and we were far enough into the long alley to avoid being seen by anyone on the street, I pulled her into my arms. 

With her this close, I was practically drunk off her scent, intoxicated. I put my left hand on the small of her back, tracing her cheeks lightly with the fingers on my right. Then I leaned in and placed my lips on her neck as she leaned her head back. Her pulse gave a small push against my lips, causing thirst to spread through every inch of my body. My fangs throbbed and my eyes closed in desire. I heard a soft moan escape me before I bit into her, my fangs slipping easily through her skin.

Blood splashed into my mouth, and I could hardly control myself after the first taste. It was amazing, better than anything I'd ever tasted in my entire life. I couldn't believe I had been missing out on this for so long. Because it was so delectable, I felt myself tearing into her, pulling her blood into me until she was bone dry. 

Letting her limp body fall, I slid to the ground, leaning against the side of a building. Her eyes had been closed when her life left her, which I was happy about because it meant her blank eyes didn't look at me now. I knew I had to dispose of the body, but where? And how would I transport it there without being seen or looking suspicious?

From where I was, I knew there was an abandoned house not too far. Standing up, I tossed the girl over my shoulder easily. I raced through the streets, hoping no one saw me. Even if they did, perhaps they'll just think I was helping out a drunk friend. From the look of the house, it seemed no one had used it in years, so I didn't really second guess my plan. I set her down in the middle of what used to be a living room, and set the house on fire, starting with her so I knew the body got destroyed.

As I stood there, watching the house burn and crumble due to the flames, I let my mind wander, coming up with different ways to dispose of bodies in the future. It would be extremely off, and easy to track, if I burnt a house down every time I fed, so I knew I had to think of new ways to do this so I didn't become known to the news and they didn't start spreading stories that the small town if Spirit had a serial arsonist and killer.

When the sound of the sirens reach my ears, though I could tell they still had a distance to go before arriving, I deemed the time to leave was now.  I knew this life was going to take some getting used to, but I also knew it wouldn't take to long. Maybe it was because I had already lived through life as a vampire once. Wiping my mouth on my sleeve, I made sure I didn't have any blood on my face as I made my way back to the cemetery. I wasn't sure why I was going back, just felt like the thing to do.