I was bitten by a zombie. The zombie stared at the blue blood oozing from my wound, frozen in place. "What are you looking at? I'm one of you," I said calmly, pushing him away. I ran my other hand over the wound, and the torn flesh healed instantly. The zombie was stunned. "Stop staring. Look at you, all skin and bones... legs barely working. Go find something to eat," I said with concern, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. 1 My name is Xyris, and I'm a pureblood vampire. The city teeming with zombies? That's my masterpiece. I had been sealed at the bottom of the ocean for centuries until a scientist and his crew fished me out. The crystal coffin opened. The first thing I saw was a man in a white coat, wearing black-rimmed glasses. He was kind of handsome. Instead of being afraid, he said something incredibly cheesy in a gentle voice: "Are you lonely?" I rolled my eyes. "Duh. Try living for a few thousand years and tell me if you're lonely," I retorted, lying back down. I warned him that if he didn't return me to the spot where I was sleeping, I'd drain him dry. He wasn't fazed. Instead, he walked up to the coffin, resting his long, pale fingers on the edge, and leaned in to look at me. His voice was soft and slow, echoing clearly in the spacious, quiet lab. "If I could turn you into a human and end this endless loneliness, would you be willing?" Would I? Of course not! Loneliness aside, being a regular human is nowhere near as cool as being a vampire. But I thought this guy was talking big. I didn't believe he had the power to turn me into a human, so I sat back up. 2 The guy introduced himself as Dr. Julian Chen, a scientist. But not just any scientist. He came from a long line of researchers dedicated to studying the "vampire virus." Generations ago, his ancestors discovered that a small percentage of humans were born with antibodies to the vampire virus. But vampires had essentially gone extinct over three hundred years ago. Unwilling to let generations of research go to waste, these scientists spent over a century tracking me down. And finally, in Dr. Chen's generation, they found me. "After centuries of change, the original group of humans with antibodies is gone. But their descendants must still be out there..." Dr. Chen pushed up his glasses, the lenses flashing coldly. "Step one is to find a human carrier." I laughed. "You went through all this trouble to find me just so I could help you find someone? Sorry, not interested." Dr. Chen walked to a console and pressed a button. A hidden door in the lab slid open. He walked into the shadows and wheeled out a woman tied to a wheelchair with thick ropes. She had delicate features and almond eyes that darted around in terror. Her face was streaked with tears, and her hair was matted with sweat. A large gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking; she could only whimper in pain. When she saw me step out of the crystal coffin, her eyes widened in horror. "A woman?" I looked from her back to Dr. Chen, confused. "Data suggests her blood has an 80% chance of carrying the antibodies," Dr. Chen replied. "Oh?" I was suddenly interested. Barefoot, I walked around the wheelchair, inspecting her. She wore a sharp suit with a collared shirt underneath and pointed leather heels. Is this what humans wear nowadays? "You want me to bite her?" I asked. The woman in the chair stiffened. Dr. Chen nodded. "Then wash her first." Dr. Chen: "?" "I have high standards for hygiene." 3 As a vampire who's lived for thousands of years, I've evolved beyond needing blood to survive. For my first meal after centuries of sleep, I didn't want someone who smelled like sweat and fear. After Dr. Chen wheeled her away, I explored the lab. I didn't recognize anything. Just glowing rectangular slabs and weirdly shaped machines. A desk was piled with papers. I flipped through them—research on vampires. The bottom images showed monstrous creatures with green faces and fangs. I laughed and put them down. Fake news. Such ugly, image-less monsters were an insult to the inherent elegance of vampires. After a while, Dr. Chen brought the woman back. She was now wearing a soft white robe, her hair tied up to reveal a clean, pale neck. She looked fresh and vulnerable. Her eyes were covered with a white bandage wrapped around her head. I liked this detail. Who wants their food staring at them while they eat? I paced toward her, sensing her trembling. Maybe because I'd waited so long, I was getting impatient. I placed my hand on her head, tilting it to expose more of her neck. I found a vein pulsing with fresh blood. I bared my fangs and bit down. The soft vein pierced instantly. Warm, sweet blood flowed into my mouth. Even though I didn't need blood to live, the instinct was hard to suppress. I held her neck, drinking greedily. I only stopped when I felt her body temperature drop and she fainted. Reluctantly, I let go. Humans are so fragile. If I wasn't careful, I'd drain her dry. Seeing I was done, Dr. Chen approached with bandages and medicine, but I stopped him. I glanced at him and smirked. "No need for that." I ran my hand over her neck. Where my fingers passed, the two puncture wounds vanished as if they never existed. Dr. Chen paused, clearly surprised by my ability. He pushed up his glasses and muttered, "Seeing is believing." I took the clean towel he offered and wiped the blood from my lips, staring at the unconscious woman with mixed feelings. As a vampire, I had principles. I could accept humans as food, but I couldn't tolerate them becoming monsters because of me. This was the first time I hadn't drained a human dry. Although I could predict what she would become, a part of me hoped for a miracle. Through her blood, I gained her memories—her logic, her way of speaking, everything about being a modern human. This was another ability I had evolved. Her name was Sarah, a corporate executive. She was kidnapped by Dr. Chen on her way home from work. About ten minutes passed. She wasn't fully awake, but her body started twitching. Dr. Chen looked excited, putting on thermal glasses to monitor her changes. I sat on the desk, waiting calmly. Something was wrong. The smell. The fresh, clean scent was rapidly turning into the stench of rotting flesh. Humans couldn't smell it yet, but it was oozing from her blood through her skin. Dr. Chen moved closer with a notepad, recording her transformation. Her breathing grew heavy and rapid. Suddenly, she woke up with a guttural, beast-like roar. Her eyes turned a milky gray. Her skin became ashen and dry, thin as paper, revealing black veins underneath. She wasn't Sarah anymore. She was a zombie created by me. And she had a craving for blood even stronger and wilder than mine. The moment those dead eyes saw us, she struggled violently. If the ropes weren't thick enough, she would have broken free. Watching this, I glanced sideways at Dr. Chen. "Where did you get that 80% figure?" He ignored my sarcasm. His gaze on Sarah was filled with excitement and greed. For a scientist studying vampires, witnessing a human turn into a zombie was a massive breakthrough. He didn't have time for my snark. "Experiment failed," Dr. Chen said, finishing his notes. He looked at me. "But now we have a zombie virus carrier. We won't need to trouble you for future experiments, Miss Xyris." I looked at Sarah. Ten minutes ago, she was a normal human. Now she was a hideous monster. I felt a twinge of guilt. But I quickly squashed it. I had slept too long. I forgot how many lives had ended in my jaws. "Good luck to you," I said, picking up a phone from the desk. Sarah's memories told me it was hers. I waved the phone. "Call me if there's progress." 4 With Sarah's memories, I now thought like a modern independent woman. Her digital wallet had enough money for me to splurge for a while. I used the PIN from her memories to pay for a new outfit. "Thank you for your purchase. Here is your receipt." The cashier smiled kindly, handing me a slip of paper. "Throw it away for me," I said, twirling in front of the mirror. The black dress flared out. As I walked out of the store, a call came in. Caller ID: Ethan. Sarah's crush. To avoid trouble, I hung up. The status changed to "Typing...", then a message popped up: "Are you okay?" I typed: "I'm OK." Sent. No reply. I searched my memories for his face. Handsome, but distant. I checked his profile. Blank. Black profile pic, black background. Low enthusiasm, no interaction. No wonder he was just a crush. I put the phone away and instinctively walked toward a coffee shop. It was Sarah's habit. She liked to work in a specific cafe on lazy afternoons. Human food didn't satisfy me, but I didn't hate it. Since I was awake, I might as well see what the world had become. Passing a small convenience store, I saw no customers. The owner, a woman in her forties, was eating spicy chips and sunning herself by the door. I glanced at her spicy chips; she glanced at my all-black outfit. Neither of us noticed the breaking news on the TV inside— "Serious riots have broken out across the city. Large numbers of violent individuals are attacking civilians indiscriminately. Please exercise caution and ensure your safety..."
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