Miracle_Sky_Achi

Skin as pale as snow. Lips as red as blood. That's how many describe Fièra Ponze, a 28-year-old call center agent in the BPO industry. Asleep in the morning, awake at night. This has been her routine ever since her life changed.

What kind of change?

She was once normal. She lived a typical life, bustling with the noise of everyday struggles. Fiera enjoyed sunny afternoons, weekend getaways, and spontaneous coffee dates with friends. But that all ended one fateful night.

It was supposed to be an ordinary afternoon shift. After a long day of calls and customer complaints, she walked home under the dim streetlights. Suddenly, an eerie silence filled the air, and a figure emerged from the shadows. Fiera had no time to react. She felt a sharp pain, then a coldness that seeped into her bones.

When she woke up, her world had changed. Colors seemed duller, sounds sharper, and an insatiable thirst gnawed at her insides. She discovered her transformation through trial and error, the realization dawning with the dawn she could no longer tolerate.

Now, she navigates her nocturnal life, balancing her job while concealing her new identity. She wonders if she’ll ever find a way back to normalcy, or if she’s destined to roam the night forever.

SNOW WHITE IS A VAMPIRE

I couldn't stop biting my lip, staring at my phone, waiting for a response. Three hours had passed since my last message—still nothing.

What am I doing, exactly? Trying to secure a supply for the month. But not the usual kind. What I need is blood.

Any type will do—no difference in taste. But human? Yes, ideal. Will animal blood suffice? Sure, in a pinch.

It's been five months since that night. Unfortunate, maybe, but it brought unexpected "gifts." I can't recall the details, only the icy feeling on my neck as someone—or something—bit me.

They left a mark—a vampire's bite.

How do I know? Simple—I woke up, changed.

My senses sharpened. Vision cleared, like I'd been given perfect eyesight. Strength surged; two gallons of water felt like nothing. My hair darkened to jet black, my skin paled, and fangs as sharp as a knife emerged. Even my eyes, once dark brown, lightened to hazel and turned red under the full moon's influence.

Controlling these changes was a two-month nightmare. The hunger, strength, heightened senses—everything was overwhelming. I left my job, isolating myself in the mountains to learn how to hide what I'd become. After two months, I ventured to a remote town, testing if I could pass among people.

I couldn't risk being exposed. Who knows what people would do if they discovered what I am?

Two weeks ago, I moved to a new city after hearing rumors of an illegal blood dealer. Returning home was out of the question. Now, here I am, hoping for a reply, knowing my current supply won't last.

Oh, and sunlight? Doesn't burn me, but it saps my energy. Five hours in the sun, and I'm drained, needing to retreat before I collapse. And though I can still eat normal food, it's only for taste—blood keeps the hunger at bay.

The sound felt like a blaring alarm in my hypersensitive ears, even with my phone on low volume. But I muted other noises long ago.

The blood dealer finally replied, sharing a pick-up location and payment details.

A grin spread across my face. One problem down.

Now, time to face the next challenge in my new life.

PROLOGUE