There are vampires everywhere and each one of them wants to take a bite from M-E. The only difference is one bite doesn’t convert me as it takes many a bite before my blood is sucked out and I “live” as possessed by their very soul. Each one pulls me in their directions waiting for the time when I’m little more than a Marionette in their hands. It usually starts with a little nip that I don’t realize occurs and before I know it the mark is permanent. The teeth are made of guilt and full of pressure as the biting continues where-ever I might try to go.