More Vampire prose

  The first thing I knew was my throat burned and my stomach ache, I was wondering how many ghost chilies last night. Then I opened my eyes to see that I was in a large room with rock walls, but I was't alone. Before I could even blink my hand was around Brooke's throat.
 A voice with a thick Russian accent said, "Her's what you want not her," and a dummy was thrown across the room. I smelt something so intoxicating that I ran to it and bite it. Then the sweet taste of relief brought me out of my instinct controlled trance and back to reality. I had drain the dummy dry...of blood.
  Then the worst part hit me. I had tried to do this to my best friend, my neighbor, my love. I sat there drowning in regret while I pondered what I was.
 "You are a vampire," said the Russian accented man. "I am Nikolai, welcome to Vesturna, City of Vampires. You want to know why you almost killed your lady friend over here, no? When I vampire first awakes they are controlled by instinct. You lose a lot of blood in the transformation and your body needs more. You will attack any anything until you get it."
 "Brooke......I am sorry," I managed to say.
 "Pete don't be, I bit you first. I am so sorry, I thought I killed you. I had no idea how you changed," Brooke said...
Tbc