A Baby Vampire and Her Daddy

Fog

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 gets caught by the cold, misty air that runs down my throat. All I can see is a huge white cloud of white, preparing to capture me and have as a prisoner. The smell of wetness consumes me; I relax a bit from the cloud touching my skin, telling me not to be so tense. And even though I cannot see what lies beyond the heavy mist, I feel like I am fading. Dizziness and drowsiness covers me. And with its watery arms, the fog pulls me into a deep sleep...

..my metamorphesis begins...

...from a mere human...

...to something else...

...oh darkness sweet darkness...

...embrace me...

...I'm here...
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