Awakening

Amelia had always wondered about death. She had wondered about what came after and whether there was such a thing as a painless death. She now had the answer to one of these questions. 

She was sure that there was no painless death. 

Her head had been bashed in, and she had felt every second of it. 

She was sure that she was dead, and yet she could still think about what had happened. She could see nothing but endless darkness, and that was all. She could neither hear nor smell anything. "If this is heaven, it sure is bleak," she thought. 

She did not know where she was, but she had to be somewhere. 

"If it is hell, at least my parents will be happy to see me."

After what seemed like a thousand years, she felt something. 

She felt hands grab her feet and hands. She then felt herself being moved. 

It could have also been that she was the one who was moving. She ended up on a cold surface, and as time went on, she began hearing a few words. As things became clearer with time, she began making out entire conversations. 

"She was found in a dark alley, completely naked and her head bashed in." 

When she heard this, she began questioning what kind of entry procedure this was. 

"Why would I go to heaven with my body still in that state?" she questioned. 

Her thoughts were very slow, and she could not properly connect the sentences to her current situation. 

She was sure that some people—hopefully angels—were discussing her situation. 

The more she heard, the more she understood where she was. Even her slowed thinking processes could not stop her from realizing that she was in a morgue. The people standing over her were not angels but coroners. In her current situation, they might as well have been devils. 

From the little she knew of coroners—from the few television shows she had watched—these people were about to cut her open. 

She did not know why she was alive, but she was, and for some reason, she could feel life coming back into her body with each passing second. It was as though she could regain her life at any moment. 

If these fools were to cut her open, she would truly die. She began panicking. She tried to move, but nothing worked. 

"Too bad she died so young. She would have been a hottie." someone said. 

Amelia was in no mood to enjoy the compliment. 

"You are sick," the second voice said. 

After a few seconds, Amelia heard the doors open and close. 

"I survived," she hoped with everything she had. 

In the next moment, she heard someone come back into the room, and this was when things began going truly sideways. She felt a cloth cover her head, and then something truly disgusting happened. She felt hands begin roaming all over her body. 

At this point, she felt that life was truly unfair. 

She was already in the worst possible state of her life, already in the morgue, and yet she still attracted another pervert. 

To make matters worse, this was not any ordinary pervert. It was a necrophiliac—the worst kind of pervert. This was not to say that the others were not just as bad, but this one was truly hateful. After what she had gone through, he wanted to add wound to injury. 

Amelia felt indignant. 

"Why me? Why????" She screamed in the darkness. 

Her scream did not manifest in the real world, but on the other planes, it was a tsunami of power. The darkness that had engulfed her melted away, and she was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

She had always thought that this "light at the end of the tunnel" business was nonsense, but she now understood what those people meant. 

In the next moment, she felt her head itching and bones snapping into place. She felt her blood begin to flow and life return to her body. 

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the blue cloth covering her face. 

She did not know how all this was possible, but she did not care. She could feel the bastard inside her, and for the first time in her life, she did not want to be a good person. 

She wanted to be a vengeful devil upon this godless earth. She let out a breath, and to her surprise, it was powerful enough to blow the piece of cloth off her face, sending it all the way to the ceiling. 

At this moment, the person on top of her stopped moving. 

The two looked at each other. 

It was a middle-aged man with a balding head. 

He was terrified. She could somehow feel his fear. It was radiating off him in waves. 

Amelia did not care for the fear this bastard was feeling. He was still inside her. She reached out and slapped him over the face. 

The slap was so powerful that the room shook. 

She was not sure about how she was doing this, but she did not care. The man was sent flying like a rag doll. His teeth were all slapped out of his mouth, and they flew in the air with a litter of his blood. 

Amelia sat up, and when she looked at the flying man, his eyes had also come out of his skull. She felt that this was far from enough. She wanted vengeance. She wanted death upon all things. In this moment, all the living were truly detestable things in her eyes. 

She moved at a speed she could not comprehend and grabbed the man by the neck. She did not think. She just followed her instincts and bit into the man's neck. 

Her teeth—all of them—elongated and became sharper than any knife in the world. She bit deep into his neck, and when she felt warm blood flood her mouth, she wondered why she had not done this in all her life until now. The feeling was divine. It was everything one would want in life. 

She gulped down the blood, and as she did, she felt her body become stronger. 

Her senses became sharper, and her mind was freed from all constraints. 

She did not stop until the man was nothing but a dried-up husk. She had awakened and returned to this world, but she was not sure about how this was possible and what she had become. 

Still, she did not care. Her heart was still filled with thirst for vengeance.