Unable to calmly remain in the apartment any longer, you check on your siblings to ensure they are asleep, then slip out the door and down the stairs to the street below. It is late, not the hours respectable people would be out and about, but your head is in a whirl and your blood is pounding in your ears. You stagger from one street to the next, moving deeper and deeper into the warren of dark alleys that make up the lower-class district in which you live. However, even as you move further away from the gas lamps of the main road, you have no trouble making out your surroundings, despite the darkness.
You are so distracted that as you stagger down an alley in a disreputable part of town, you walk into someone weaving down the alley in the opposite direction. The smell makes it obvious the person has recently left a tavern or bar, as he is plainly drunk.
"Watch yusself, hussy!" a voice rudely bursts forth, and causes your eyes to focus on the person before you. Dressed in finery no one in the lower-class district could afford, the man is plainly a noble or a rich merchant out for a night of debauchery. Your mind not clear enough to form a response, you move to walk past him, when he suddenly reaches out and grabs you by the arm, pushing you up against the wall.
"Well, look what we have here! Not bad! - hic - Maybe you can apologize by showing me a good time, eh? - hic-" the fat sot slurs out, his hot breath reeking against your face. In normal circumstances, you would frantically excuse yourself and find a way to escape the drunkard's clutches, your honor intact. However, your sanity has been stretched thin by the events of the past few days, and your body seems to be moving further and further out of your control. Moreover, by strange coincidence, you recognize the wastrel as one of your mother's less considerate upper-class clients, and a deep fury rises in you.
Before you or the drunk can think, your eyes meet his, and he freezes immediately as though paralyzed. Without delay, your body moves on its own, and before you know what is happening, your fangs are sunk deep into his thick neck as you rapidly drain the life blood out of him.
When you finally come to your senses, the reprobate has stopped breathing, and the strange hunger which has tormented you is utterly sated. Your mind clears, and you realize there is no doubt now what you are turning into. You are becoming a vampire.