A Baby Vampire and Her Daddy

Fog...

...the misty air feels cool against my warm skin. The wet coolness surrounds me, trapping me. Whenever I open my mouth to scream, my voice giets caught from the cold, misty fog that runs down my throat. All I can see is a huge cloud of white, preparing to capture me and have myself as a prisoner. The smell of wetness consumes me; I relax a bit from the clouds touching my skin, telling me not to be so tense. And even though I cannot see what lies beyond the heavy cloud of fog, I feel like I am fading away. Dizziness and drowsy begins to take my body. And with its watery arms, the fog pulls me into a deep sleep...

...my metamorphesis shall begin, from a mere human...

...to an all powerfull vampire...

...oh darkness, sweet darkness...

...embrace me...

...I'm here...