My Immortal Hunger

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My Immortal Hunger

I could feel the gnawing hunger that was my curse growing with every passing moment, it wouldn’t be long before the need to feed grew so strong that I would lose all control of my self.

I rose from my resting place, making nary a sound as I crossed the wooden floor. I stand now in front of a mirror hoping to see the reflection that is no longer there, it has been so long since I’ve seen my self that I almost forget what I look like.

My name is Elizabeth De-winter, I was born in the 16th century to a middle class family, I was what many of the time would have called a freak of nature I know now that I am a futanari, one of the gifted. I was attacked by a female vampire, she dragged me back to her abode where upon she fed on me and raped me, showing me for the first time in my hellish life that my freakishness was a gift.

I woke the next morning in that very house no longer alive; this vampire had enjoyed me so much that she had turned me into a vampire myself. In a fit of rage at what she had done I killed her, its funny really at the time I hated her so much for what she did to me and yet now I regret that I never learned her name.

I learned what I needed to survive from her journals and have lived for the past centuries wondering from here to there only feeding when it is absolutely necessary, when this ungodly hunger reaches a point where instinct takes over for conscious thought.

I look in the mirror and imagine what I should see there, I stand just shy of 5’6 with a lithe willowy figure, my chest is a moderate b-cup which on my frame looks just about right, my figure isn’t a perfect hour glass but is very close to it, I have long flowing dark brown hair which spills down my back in waves.

My eyes are a deep chocolate, or so I have b