Julia was an ordinary girl as far as she knew, she would get up, brush her teeth, have something meaty for breakfast then head to her tradeschool classes. She wasnt sure why, but all her life she was dangerously anemic, pale regardless of sunbathing but that was the other thing; she felt sick in sunlight. She would joke that she's a vampire to her friends, and she was even checked for porphyria burmt no such rests materialized.
It was friday, Julia had a microsoldering class to attend, as she crossed the street to make it to her class she suddenly felt numbness, shock, then searing pain as she hit the ground. Julia looked down at her broken body, and saw a man step out of a truck, reeking of alcohol, panicking. She lay there, blacking out just in time to see him drive away, not even calling her ambulance.
She woke momentarily in the hospital, receiving blood and fluids, surrounded by panicking triage nurses scrambling to stabalize her vitals, consciousness was fading in a way she had never experienced, it felt deeper, darker. The sounds of the nurses faded out. Suddenly waking for a moment with a jolt then back into slumber, another shock, then another, then nothing.
Julia was promounced dead at 3:37pm on friday, her family was notified of her death, her parents acted distraught while asking if there was anyone they could sue for a big settlement, their greed filling the doctor with disgust. Her funeral was a cheap affair, no one claimed Julia so she got a pine box and a poorly attended funeral. The only one mourning her passing being her girlfriend, who was broken, falling to pieces, barely able to stop crying long enough to breathe, completely unable to give a eulogy. Her body was lowered into the pit, her final resting place, buried in soil, never to be seen or heard from again.
Julia snaps awake suddenly, panicking about being in the dark, cramped box, banging on it, screaming for help only to realize she was underground, before remembering and questioning herself "didnt i die!? My bones were broken... Why arent they broken anymore?" the more she considered the situation the more it made sense. She banged on the coffin harder and harder before breaking the lid and letting in the soil. Julia dug herself up, putting more and more soil under her before pulling herself out of the grave. The exertion seemingly upset her stomach and she threw up a thick, opaque substance. "that smells like... Formaldehyde... Ew... I was... Embalmed..." now that her stomach was empty she was starving. She stumbled through the cemetery, dizzy, starving, covered in dirt, aimless. Julia heard chanting and spotted a group of robed figures, deciding to listen in she found out they were trying to summon the devil. "thats right... These are the assholes who keep killing black cats on halloween and fucking up the cemeteries... You know what? Im dead, im telling them off."
Julia steeled herself and steadied her gait and charged out demanding the group leave the cemetery. All but one of the wannabe demonologists ran, the remaining one was holding a ritual dagger, made it china, bought on ebay. He lunged at Julia with the dagger, perhaps hoping to sacrifice her, Julia grabbed his wrist and snapped it, then blacked out.
Julia woke up covered in blood, blood that wasnt hers, she felt healthy, energetic, alive. She looked over and found the corpse of the cultist, his body broken and maimed like a pack of wolves had their fill of him. Somehow the sight didnt frighten or worry her, she remembered flashes of of feeding on him then ripping him open, eating his heart and drinking blood from his organs, savoring the spleen. The thought intoxicated her, like thinking of a steamy night with her girlfriend, it was instinct to enjoy it.
Julia was alive, Again, and this time she wasnt going to play by the rules, she was starting the polycule she always wanted with her girlfriend, and getting revenge on the drunk driver who killed her. She'd find a seduce a girl to be her blood doll so she can feed consistently. Julia was looking forward to this new life.
