I was sitting at the makeup table, adjusting my robe with trembling fingers. Bruises from bites were already appearing on the skin, like silent evidence of the night terrors. Damon was asleep, his breathing even and calm, as if nothing had happened. What about me? I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, one bitter tear.

He wanted my blood. Every evening. I begged him, explaining that it was dangerous because I was not infinite. But he just grinned, his eyes glittering like a predator's, and his fangs sank into my flesh again. Pain, fear, loneliness—it all mixed into an endless nightmare.

I looked at myself in the mirror. A tortured body and a wounded soul. My strength was draining every day. But I knew that if I didn't stop him now, he would destroy me. Or I'll have to destroy it.

Damon stirred a little in his sleep. I clenched my fists. It's time. Everything has to end today.I got up stealthily, trying not to disturb him. The rain continued to fall outside, as if foreshadowing something important. Going to the table, I opened a drawer and took out a small knife. His blade sparkled like sparks in a dark room. I knew it was an extreme measure, but one day I had to stop being a victim.

Determination grew inside me, and the fear gradually faded. I looked at Damon; his face was calm, but there were terrible secrets behind that mask. I couldn't stand his rage and insatiability anymore. There was no place for pity in this struggle.

I held the knife out into the light, gathering my thoughts. Every moment took on meaning, and I realized that the choice was mine. Damon was asleep, but the night reminded him of its threats and possibilities. I was going to do something I didn't expect myself to do. It's time to take your fate into your own hands.