Thirsty.... I'm so thirsty.... where am I? These and other thoughts filled my mind as I woke in an empty room, staring at the moon. Slowly it all came back to me. The years of servitude to that beast, the abuse, the loss of blood. I started to giggle. I'm dead. A small bubble of fear rose above the giddiness, He will kill me!, but was killed instantly. He can no longer harm me because he will not want me anymore. The thirst burned through me like I was being eaten from the inside out, and I realised I could no longer stay in the place I had called home for more years than I could remember. Never a home.... All ways a coffin. My final resting place. A lonely feeling stole over my body. I got to my feet unsteadily, brushed the dust off of my clothing and jumped from the window in the room. Thirsty, must feed! I though frantically. Calm... I must be calm. Food would not be a problem. There are always those willing for a little up close and personal. They will find out to late that this rabbit it the wolf. I laughed to myself as the star fillled night swept through my hair, and went in search of prey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Story by me picture of me, played with in photo shop. A new born (?) vamp rising to the arms of her new master.