There probably isn’t a proper place to start this story. Do I start with the running for my life part? Or maybe my brother trying to kill me? Maybe hooking up with someone I met at my grandmother’s funeral. Probably that last one, since that’s what stared this whole mess.
Life-lesson learned: Never, ever date someone you met standing over a corpse. Things can only turn more desperate from there. Especially if they also happened to have dated your grandmother. You just end up changed into a vampire and trying to keep your baby brother from killing you. Undeath sucks.