Coughing as I have an asthma attack, fucking great. Wheezing as I pat my pockets for my inhaler, finding it and breathing it in. Falling to my feet, sitting on the cold floor. Growling. Turning around I panic. I see blazing red eyes in the darkness, crying as a dark shadow flashes towards me. Clumsily trying to stumble away.... That night I wish it was my last, but now I'm here. Alive. A word that is now a curse to me. What happens when I was suppose to be dead but was magically or perhaps purposely bitten?....
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