You resist the urge. Feeling faint and lightheaded, you turn around and stumble away...
But what ever instinct you felt before... descended upon you again.
You turn around and pounce upon the still shocked man. You feel like your mind has taken a back seat, watching the beast you currently are eviscerate the poor man. You gouge the man's eyes out. Your nails have grown long and rake the skin off the man. Blood and flesh cling to the undersides of your nails.
Following some sadistic urge you plant your nails into the man's scalp and peel off the top of his head. His brain pulsates, wobbling like jelly.
You scoop his brain matter up and eat it. Bleughhh.
It tastes horrible.
Instead, you slice open his jugular with your nails and watch the blood pour out. You lick your lips.
-A few minutes later-
You are sated. Your hunger for... blood makes you wonder. The man had a mirror and you pick it up to check your reflection. You drop it in shock: your skin is deathly pale, your nails long and your canines... are bigger than usual. To put it lightly.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Superhuman strength; nails as tough as iron and a deathly pale complexion. Your now coherent mind lands you at a conclusion...
You must be some kind of...
Vampire!
If you are indeed a vampire... then... What should you do?