I woke up to pitch black again, only this time I couldn’t even see myself. I tried to get up only to knock my head against something. I felt around with my hands and began to realize I was in some sort of box. I began to panic and pushed up against the box and heard wood cracking. I pushed harder and heard dirt rushing in and felt it on my hair. Am I still hallucinating this nightmare? “Talk about a cliché, I have to dig myself out of a coffin” I grunted and began to punch through the wood. More dirt rushed in and got into my mouth. I spat it back out and continued punching. The wood gave way surprisingly easily. I stroked through the dirt and began digging. First enough to be able to sit up and then continued digging my way up. It took a while but my hand broke through the dirt and I pushed my way out. I lied down and looked up to catch my breath. It was night and I could see stars. I realized I wasn’t tired, not only was I not tired, I wasn’t even out of breath. I sat up and looked down at my chest to make sure I wasn’t really breathing and saw two modest bumps sticking out from my chest. I grabbed them and sure enough I grabbed breasts.

“That rotten loli!” I screamed out loud. I was furious “Wake up! Wake up!” I screamed and slapped myself. “What is this nightmare, why can’t I wake up?” I continued to scream and scratched at my face. I felt a sharp pain and grimaced. I looked at my hands and saw blood across the tips of my fingers. My nails were long, sharp and bloody. The pain went away. I palmed my face in my hands and only felt cold blood. I couldn’t feel the gouges from the scratches I made moments ago.

I looked down, I was wearing a long white dress which had become dirty and tattered from the digging. I saw my feet, they were thin and long and covered in dirt. I looked around and gauged my surroundings. I was standing next to a tombstone, I was in a graveyard. I looked at the tombstone but couldn’t make out the writing. I stood there dumbfounded for a while and would’ve stayed like that, but I heard a noise. Someone was yelling and coming towards me carrying a torch. I just stood there while he approached. It was a man, heavyset, about 50 years old, wearing old fashioned clothes. He stopped once he saw me in the light of his torch. He was startled and I could see the fear on his face. I stepped forwards and the man stumbled backwards. He waved his torch at me and shouted something I couldn’t understand. It sounded vaguely Eastern European. I put up my hands to show him I meant no harm but he turned around and started running. I was wondering if I should run away or go after him when he tripped and fell over. He got back up and glanced back at me, his head was bleeding. I could smell it, the blood, I could taste it even from here where I was standing. I felt a jolt run through my body and I started running. The man had put up a bit of distance between us but I made up that distance in mere seconds. I swiped at his back and tore through him easily. He screamed and fell again. I had torn his back open and could see the blood seeping through his coat. That blood drove me crazy. I jumped on him and bit into his neck and gulped. I gulped and I gulped and I gulped and I sucked him dry. As I was drinking I could see his memories. I saw his entire life. I became him.

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I dropped his lifeless head and came to my senses. I had just killed a man. Not just killed him I had absorbed his whole life. I knew everything this man knew. I knew who this man was, he was the gravedigger here. I knew where I was, outside a village in a small country called Nisteria. I knew that I was safe for the moment, this man lived here alone in a small hut, no one would be checking after him. I could see the faces of his parents and his wife and children who had died from plague. I gagged and tried to vomit but nothing came out. Then I saw her appear before me.

Whoohoo! That was quick, alive only a few minutes and already your first kill!

What? Why did that happen? Why did I do that? I had no control.

Yeah, you need to learn to control your bloodlust or you’re no better than a beast.

What did you do to me?

I did exactly as I promised. I brought you to life here and granted your three wishes.

What do you mean? I’m a monster, I just killed a man, I can see his dead family!

Yeah that’s a nifty trick, anyways I have to go now, you should probably find some shelter the sun will be out soon, bye!

“Wait, I have more questions” I yelled but she was gone. I looked down at the body of the man I had killed. His name was Ferenc. I picked him up, he was light, it was nothing to carry him. I carried him back towards the grave I had come out of, set him down and began to dig. Even with my bare hands it didn’t take long for me to dig down to the broken lid of the coffin I came out of. I stood up and dragged Ferenc down to the coffin. I recited the prayers Ferenc always said when he buried the dead and buried him.

In a daze I made my way towards Ferenc’s cabin. As I neared it for some reason it was getting harder to see. It was getting bright and my head began to throb from the glare. I narrowed my eyes and continued along when I felt sharp pain along the left side of my body. I yelped and saw there was smoke coming from my arms. I looked up and saw the sunrise across the horizon. I caught on fire. I was burning.