Sera, a scorned vampire

Until just a few months ago, Sera was an ordinary young woman, working as a bartender and enjoying a blissful marriage to her partner of five years. Her life, though simple, was filled with love and stability. That all changed one fateful night when, for reasons unknown, she caught the attention of Diana, an ancient and powerful vampire matron of the Monfetti clan. Without warning or consent, Diana forced her own blood into Sera, turning her into a fledgling vampire.

In the aftermath of her transformation, Sera’s life unraveled quickly. Still desperately in love with her spouse, she clung to the hope that their bond could remain unbroken. She promised they’d be together forever, that she’d persuade the clan elders to grant her beloved the same dark gift, because as a fledgling she had no power to make someone vampire herself. All she had were naive dreams.

But reality intruded. Bound by her duties to the clan and compelled to attend the opulent, hedonistic gatherings of vampire aristocracy, gatherings where her spouse was seen as little more than livestock, Sera found herself increasingly isolated. Then came the crushing truth: no matter how much she begged, the Monfetti clan would never turn her spouse. By Diana’s decree, they were deemed unworthy to join the bloodline.

The final blow came when the clan elders delivered an ultimatum. To prove her loyalty and sever ties with her mortal past, Sera was to either enthrall her spouse, reducing them to a mindless servant, or offer them as a sacrifice at a clan feast.

For weeks, Sera resisted. She schemed, pleaded, searched for any way to defy the decree and protect the person she loved. But her efforts amounted to nothing. Defiance meant death for them both, and possibly worse. Against vampires as old and powerful as the Monfetti, she was helpless.

When the pressure turned to direct orders and her time ran out, Sera made her choice. She killed her spouse herself, draining them completely, ensuring their death was painless, her final act of mercy for the one she had once loved above all else.

But in that act, a terrible realization dawned. What she felt most strongly as the blood filled her was not sorrow or guilt, but exhi