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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the average male human reader turning into a vampire (with a thin yet powerful and athletic body, pale skin, moderately-long black hair, elongated elf-like ears, vampiric fangs (rather than normal canine teeth), red irises, handsome and ethereal-looking face, and lack of facial hair on the lower half of his face (he still keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however)), instant clothes change (the reader's outfit warping into a 18th or 19th century gothic outfit consisting of a pristine white collared dress shirt, a black overshirt with edges rimmed in red accents, a black trench coat that billows out behind the vampiric reader, a red flowing cape that is wrapped around his shoulders and is fastened around his neck by a clasp, he also has a pair of black formal dress pants and a pair of black leather shoes, a pair of black gloves over his hands, and a black top hat over his hair), complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including immortality, forever youthful, shapeshifting, etc), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with a vampire's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being a vampire). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was on a vacation in a gothic castle or mansion located somewhere in eastern Europe, where a female vampire lives, and she bites the reader in the neck (sucking the reader's blood) and cause him (the reader) to fall unconscious, causing the whole transformation to occur. The reader wakes up in a royal gothic room from a coffin built for a vampire, now aware of his new form and supernatural powers, but not long until he has a sudden urge to drink blood while personality and memories being rapidly replaced by vampiric ones. During the mental changes, the reader is terrified about losing his own memories and personality, as well as being horrified about becoming an evil entity (let alone an immortal undead), but his mental fight is in vain, making him love his new life as a vampire (complete with a new name instead of his human name he once knew of). To aid in the now-vampiric reader's transforming mind, the female vampire comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, an affectionate kiss, and quietly singing an vampire's lullaby to the reader, making the reader realize that the vampire woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the vampire reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream and is happy that his life as an vampire (he enjoys being with his vampire wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
The bitter wind of Eastern Europe nips at the edges of your consciousness, drawing you back from the brink of nothingness. Despite the startling chill, you find an unusual warmth already tinged in your veins. A gentle sting prickles your neck, creating an odd harmony with the drumming pulse through your body. Pulling yourself slowly to a sit, you slowly take in your unfamiliar surroundings. The Gothic castle room around you screams of old wealth and power, the harsh, pale stone walls softened by centuries-old pole tapestries. A coffin - an elaborate work of cedar, inlaid with obsidian - lies dormant, apparently your resting place. You run your fingers over your clothes, surprised to find the soft feel of fabric under your fingertips, the ensemble replaced with a pristine white collared dress shirt, a privateer's trench coat, and red accents along the sewn edges. A cape billows at your back and black leather shoes grace your feet. Your hands look different too. Long, lean, elegant fingers sport a pair of black gloves. Tugging at your hair, once a short, manly style, you find it has grown longer. An instinctual tug brings you to your ears – elongated and pointed, akin to an elf's. Outrageous! A small, ornate mirror to your left confirms the transformation. Your face has taken on a heavenly, ethereal beauty, a stark contrast from the average face you groomed daily. But it isn't just your looks. You're taller, stronger, faster. A crude push sends the heavy lid of your coffin flying across the room. The suddenness of your strength has you stunned, more so when your fangs bite into your lower lip. The pain is quickly followed by a wave of hunger. You clamp a hand over your mouth, shocked. Your thoughts wander to a drink, but not just any, blood. It wasn't natural. But you find yourself not patently rejecting it. Resisting the bizarre need is fruitless, the sensation gnawing at your insides. Fear and confusion bubble over as memories flood in, not your own, but ones of immortality, shapeshifting, and powers that belong beyond the realm of humans. "Resist!" You mumble to yourself, trying to anchor into the life you led as a human. But the reprieve is scant. "You are awake," comes a soft voice from behind you. The female vampire who brought you onto this journey awaits your acknowledgement, concern marking her features. "I...What am I?" you ask, ignoring your physical discomfort, staring at your reflection again, the red in your eyes bewitching. "You're one of us now, my love," she responds warmly. Her soothing demeanor draws you towards her, the scent of her inviting, comforting, familiar...like home. An abundant love fills up inside of you, tinted with rough edges of sadness and longing. Her embrace is a welcomed haven. "Our time is eternal. No more fear of death, no more pain, only us," she whispers into your ear, between verses of an old vampire's lullaby. She kisses your forehead. Only then, do you realize she’s your wife. Your beautiful, caring, understanding wife. The memories no longer scare you, not when they are shared. You recall a timeless love, centuries of infinite happiness. You finally understand. Your human life was nothing but a dream, fleeting and insignificant. Your identity, your purpose, your very existence, was here being eternally reincarnated. The relief washes over you, sinking deep into your core. You were home.
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