The wizards servant gripped the arcane blade with both hands and lifted the blade's needle sharp point to his chest. He quickly jabbed and made an end to his pitiful life. Darkness enfolded him in her subtle arms as he slowly sank to his knees. Blood rushed out of his punctured body like an icy stream; with it, his consciousness.
Suddenly, a fire awoke in his chest where he had just impaled himself. The young man felt a new strength awakening within him, a power he could feel stretching out from his chest to his extremities. The blood flowing freely from his body slowed to a trickle. The young man now fully awoke, painfully slid the blood-slicked dagger from his chest, and went on with his new life as a creature of the night.
Neither alive nor dead, with a new power all his own... FEAR.