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The pain rattled through her organs, covering her bones with steel, which kept her from rising. Lava was injected into her veins and steadily made its way from head to toe. There were cries for help coming from far away, and she wished that she too could scream out, but her mouth was filled with rusted metal scraping against its roof. A cracking sound filled the room near where she laid, which sounded like firecrackers were being set off in the room, but felt like every bone in her body was being bent in half. Was she dying? Was this the end at eighteen? She hoped she would see her family soon.  Then she remembered a thought...a fact she had learned before the pain hit. She wasn't dying, but changing. Her destiny was taking over, and her true self was being made. She is a vampire.