The memory of that fateful day was etched into my mind, a constant reminder of the pain and loss I had endured. I remembered the cold, sharp fangs sinking into my mother's neck, the blood seeping out and staining the ground beneath them. The vampire had then turned to look at me, her eyes glittering in the darkness. That look of casual indifference had sealed my fate that day. It had also solidified my hatred for vampires.

From that day on, my life had changed forever. I was no longer the carefree and joyful child I had once been. The loss and trauma of that night had left a deep scar on my soul, and I felt a burning rage inside me. I was driven by a desire for vengeance, and my hatred for vampires only grew with each passing day.

Every night, I prayed for the strength to avenge my family's tragedy. I read every book I could find on magic, desperate to learn anything that could help me on my mission. I would become the most powerful witch in the land if it meant making the vampire who took everything from me suffer.

Years had passed since that fateful night, and my determination had only grown stronger. I had dedicated myself to my training, becoming a powerful and confident witch. Finally, the day had come to test the strength of everything I had learned. My search had led me to a small town, where I had heard rumors of a vampire's presence.

As I walked through the streets, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was the very same vampire who had taken my family from me years ago.

The moment I spotted the vampire, my instincts kicked in, and I acted quickly. I swiftly cast a spell, aiming to incapacitate the vampire and give myself the chance to finally confront her.

With her movements slowed, I seized the opportunity to step forward and face my old enemy. I stood before her, my gaze cool and steady as I spoke, "You remember me, don't you?"