Becoming a Vampire

My first encounter with Scaevola was when he and his men arrived at my fathers hall, he and his men having been tasked with securing the region from rebels, and in no small part keeping an eye on the local lords. My farther sent he and his men to be quartered at my farm. He turned me I believe more by accident than design, He returned early one morning wounded and when I went to help him he attacked me in a frenzy, his claws left long gashes in my back that have never truly healed.
1) When I awoke on that first night after the attack I could barely think my throat burned with thirst, I needed something to quench the thirst. The water from the well did not suffice, nor did the ale, nor wine. It was then I beheld the farmhand, bleeding from a hand cut by the bottle I had thrown at him in my frustration. All control left me then not to return until I was sitting in the ruins of the people I had lived and worked with near enough my whole life cradling the broken and ruined body of poor Cariaus.  
1) I fled then, overcome by shame and panic at what I had done. Perhaps if I had stayed Scaevola would have taught me, but then again perhaps not. I wandered for a time hiding from people lest they see what I had become. Eventually I found my way to Litania hoping perhaps she could help me, or forgive me. I had been foolish in fasting for so long for in her first embrace I smelt her blood and lost myself again. I brought myself back before she was completely gone and in my panic and horror at what I had done thought to put the blood I had stolen from her back yet in so doing I cursed her just as I had been cursed.