Below is a fictional story inspired by DC Comics.

It's cold and dark. The last thing Vince Moretti remembers is the explosion.

Then, a gentle hand pulling him out of the wreckage and giving him a painful nip on the neck.

Now, he notices sheets and a blanket. He's in a bed, and there's a woman next to him.

Vince noticed he had a splitting headache. It was hard to remember anything past the explosion. Talk about a deal gone wrong. He thought he was a goner for sure, and he's still not sure how he survived the Don. Maybe the broad in the bed knew something about it.

Suddenly, a pang of hunger hit him. He felt his mouth opening up and something like fangs lowering themselves from his jaw. Quickly, he woke the woman.

"What's going on? What did you do to me?" Vince demanded. The fangs touching his tongue and making it somewhat hard to speak.

She stirred and peeked her head from under the covers.

"I saved your life," she replied nonchalantly, unfazed by Vince's watering mouth and large fangs.

"By turning me into a monster?"

"There wasn't another option," the woman spoke placidly.

She yawned and sat up in bed.

"ignore it and go back to sleep. I'll explain more in the morning, my love."

"How am I supposed to sleep with this hunger, this craving for blood?"

"Ignore it; it'll go away. Feed it and you must continue to feed it," she said lazily, yawning, "trust me, my love, it will go away."

Vince obeyed, climbing back into bed and pulling the covers over him. Ignoring the cravings hurt, but gradually the pain became bearable. Soon, he felt his body relaxing and the fangs going back into his jaw.

Vince's attention turned back to his girlfriend. He always knew there was something different about her, but he never pegged her for a member of the undead. This was too much to process. The pain in his head started again, and he covered his face with a pillow, halfway hoping this was all some sort of weird dream.

Morning came silently. All of the curtains were drawn.

Vince's eyes opened to a hazy twilight. He reached for the curtain, but his hand was slapped away before he could draw it.

"Don't let the sunlight in. It will burn your skin," the woman warned.

"Would you care to explain what the devil happened to me?" Bence asked.

The woman sighed.

"I turned you to save your life. Don Marco was planning to kill you, and when I found out he didn't succeed, I decided I didn't want to chance losing you again, my love," the woman said. She then put her arms around him and held him in a tight embrace.

Vince fell limp into her arms.

"It will take some getting used to. Would you like some breakfast?"

Vince couldn't get over how calm she was acting. It was like he just stubbed his toe or something. It was kind of making him angry. Why didn't anyone feel the way he felt? Bewildered, scared, angry?

"S-sure," Vince said through gritted teeth.

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Below is a fiction story possibly inspired by DC Comics

Morning came silently. All of the curtains were drawn.

Vince's eyes opened to a hazy twilight. He reached for the curtain, but his hand was slapped away before he could draw it.

"Don't let the sunlight in. It will burn your skin," the woman warned.

"What are you talking about?" Vince asked groggily before pulling back the curtain anyway.

Suddenly, he felt a sensation like fire on the parts of his body the sunlight was touching. He quickly drew the curtain back.

The woman shrieked and dove under the thick blanket.