AS A VAMPIRE

I don't know why but whenever I remember things, people are scared of me. I help them, I love them and be the best child -- the best brother,that I can be but when the next day comes, I keep losing those that I love. One day, I found out, I am the cause. I was the murderer. I kill and eat my family whenever I become... them. It was too late. I only realized it once I ate the last person alive in my family. I didn't know what happened. The next thing I knew was that, I was my brother's  blood and eating his fingers.

I was human as long as I remember. I don't remember when I was turned into a beast. When I killed the last one I loved, that's when he came to me -- the one who turned me. I don't remember him much but he's always said that I was a wonderful tool -- the most dangerous weapon he could ever have. He adopted me and trained me into a strong vampire.  I knew I was his favorite from all the children he's turned. I was the strongest. He was stronger but he trained me to be more powerful. He never expected that soon, I'll be the one who ends his life and his family. I don't know how I did it. All I remember was that I woke up in a a different place and when I came back, everything was burned into grounds. I know there's no one else who can do it than me since I was the only one stronger than them all.

I tried to blend in with people whenever I am with a normal mind. I tried to eat less of them. I always just go for those who'd died in a accident or those who suicide. But I can't help it when they take in charge of this body. There are many days I see myself drenched in people's blood. Day by day, there are less amd less things that I remember. I always find myself in dry blood of innocent people I brutally killed. So I'm the one who stayed away. I took out my fangs and took out anything I can use to kill. 

I never imagined I can be this vicious. My family (the humans) once told me that I was different - that I possess not only one, but more personas. Every night, whenever I closes my eyes, I turn into someone different. And each someone possess a different set of memories. They even said I got a violent side that doesn't think. Probably that was the explanation why I woke up tied up in my bed once. And when that man came into my life, took advantage of my weakness, and used me against my own kind to be a killing machine. He took out my dangerous self and made it stronger.  This side of me, which I assume the most proper, starts to fade. I keet remembering less and less of days. I start to forget myself. I feel that I... starts to lose who I really am.