First, I had to solve the riddle of my formula. I’d agonized over the chemistry for over a year. I’d run trials on lab rats, but each time I failed. The bags of headless rodents filling the dumpster in the alley were a testament to my botched experiments. I had had no choice. New York didn’t need vampire vermin.
I knew I would be successful if I could figure out the right elements and conceive the proper formula. Once again, I’d have a future as a human. Not a bloodsucking fiend doomed to subsist for an eternity alone.
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