Walking down the corridor, two rows of doors lined the walls, the darkness covering her path. She reached the end of this sinister path and the large oak doors seem to open at her presence……or was someone……something else doing the opening? As she walked she was bathed in candle light, illuminating her features and the grand room. The room was made up of red and blacks, dark woods and gothic features. Walking to the center of the room, there lay a small wooden table with a single blood red rose……picking it up she brought it to her nose and inhaled the sweet scent. Arms slowly wrapped round her waist and she held her breath. Whoever it was held her close and secure….she would not get away. Closing her eyes she leant back into the embrace, feeling warm and wanted. He trailed kisses down her neck, teasing her by going lower. Letting out a small sigh she quickly drew her breath in again when she felt sharp teeth sink into her neck. Letting out a shriek she tried to get away, but strong arms held her into place. Slowly her eyesight became hazy, and she decided after a while that this was good…..she couldn't feel the pain as her life edged away………

Waking up she felt silk underneath her finger tips. The mattress she lay on was soft as clouds, which she was grateful for as she her body ached with a kind of hunger. Her chest ached at each breath she took, almost unbearable…..until, the sweet smell crossed her, the smell of something she craved, needed. Gracefully lifting her off the bed she glided towards the closed door.

As she reached the door it was slowly opened to reveal a child, crying. There was someone behind the child but she ignored him. She could not smell the life on him as she did the child, feel the blood pulsing through his frail body……She lunged, scooping the little boy up she bit into his swan like neck…………….she drank his life's blood, his means of living.

When she finished she tossed the body to the ground, remembering the sweet taste. Slowly her mind cleared and she realized what she had done. Staring down at the lifeless form she broke into silent tears, and then into small sobs, until eventually she was huddled on the floor, rocking herself back and fourth.

Strong arms held her close, while a gentle hand stroked her hair. Suddenly she was confused. Who was she? Who was this man holding her close? Lifting her head slightly she looked into the darkest eyes, so dark they seemed black. Long dark hair around the strong face, the perfect face. God he was handsome, she thought to herself.

Looking back down again, she rested her head just below his shoulder. Speaking softly, and so alien to herself, or at least she thought, she whispered "Who am I?" A small tear fell down her face, whipped away by a caressing finger.

"You can be who you want to be. You left your old life behind, and now live here with me." He whispered back equally.

"But what is my name? What is your name?" She started to panic.

"Shush, don't get distressed," He spoke gently back. "My name is Count Damion Von Hagen, and you are to be my Countess. Countess Rosetta Von Hagen." He kissed her lightly on the forehead, as if to end the discussion. Rosetta, if that was her real name, needed more answers.

"But what was my name before? Why have you chosen me? How did I come to be here?" Damion laughed slightly at her urgency. Standing up he pulled her with him, crossing the room to the cloud bed she woke up on.

Placing her down, he smoothed her hair back. "So many questions little one," He spoke as if she were a child. "In time all will be answered, but for now rest. It is tiring once you have had your first feed into this new life." He gave her a warm smile, which looked so true even she couldn't see behind the mask.

"What am I?" She asked, one last time.

"A Vampire." He whispered back as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.