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The moon illuminated the path in front of me, and I knelt down so I could get a better look at the creature who stood frozen several paces before me. It was white and furry, probably soft, too, with big, round eyes that reflected the moonlight, and a cute puff ball for a tail. The creature also had long white ears, perked straight up. I’d seen rabbits my entire life, but I had never gotten so close to one before.
The closest I had ever gotten to a rabbit was whenever I gazed out the window and one just happened to be in the yard. How often I used to gazed out the window, unfortunately, was a lot. Over the past six months, however, that changed. I grew more determined to achieve the thing I desired most in the world.
I wanted to feel the sun on my face, my arms, my legs…my skin. I didn’t want to only have to read about what the sun felt like. I wanted to experience it. I didn’t want to have to rely on solely blood for my survival. I wanted to eat all the amazing foods Dad and Thistle gushed about. I didn’t want to be immortal. I didn’t want to be a vampberry. So, six months ago, I decided that I would stop sitting around feeling sorry for myself if there was something I could do about my condition.
I set out on a quest to become mortal. I didn’t know if such a thing was possible, but…if I had forever to figure it out.
From what little I understood, rabbits were timid creatures that would run away if anything came too close to them, but this rabbit did not run. It stayed paralyzed in front of me, its heartbeat going off the charts. My throat had an automatic response to the sound of the heartbeat, straining itself with the desire to taste the rabbit’s blood, even though I had already fed earlier tonight.
I had never gotten control over my thirst. Not completely, anyways.
But I was determined not to hurt this rabbit.