It's coming on fifty years. Fifty years ago since my transformation, and my family's death. All because of him, Alabaster, he is the one who caused me all this pain, I wish we never met him.

I wish you listened to our son.

It all began on a warm summer night, we were walking home from navy pier after my sons ninth birthday. We were having a wonderful time, we loved to walk through the city at night, the people we saw, the sounds we heard. We were walking down peacefully down an empty street, when suddenly, a man ran by and grabbed my wife's purse and ran in to a near dark alley. I say to my wife, "You two stay here, and ill go after him."

As I began to enter the alley my son pulled on my arm and whimpered "Don't go in to the dark daddy, please don't, its scary in the dark." Little did I know that would be the last time I would hear my son's voice through human ears.

When I enter the alley, not 10 feet from the entrance, I hear a muffled thump from deeper in to the alley, "Um�is anybody there?" I stammer weakly. I continue to walk down the alley to find the assailant. All of a sudden my foot hit something soft on the ground. When I bent over to see what I struck I see it is the face of the attacker, lifeless. Immediately I spin around, and start to make a dash for the entrance, which is a good distance away now. I start to run when a loud cackle freezes me in my tracks. Upon a fire escape is an extravagantly dressed man; he leaps from wall to wall with ease.

He lands in front of me, "Hello Red, I've been waiting for you, your exactly what I have been looking for, so brave, so strong, so� so� symmetrical," he says to my face.

I begin to say, "Who are y�" but before I could finish he bit in to my neck, I could feel the blood flowing out of my neck, but it was not pain I felt, but pleasure, it was euphoria. After a few minuets I began to feel weak, I knew I was going to die, just like the other man in the alley.

Alabaster finished drinking and laid me down on to the ground, he cut his arm and held the wound to my lips, "Drink if you wish not to die," he commanded. I drank from his wound, it was like nothing I had ever tasted before, and I felt completely refreshed and renewed. I continued to drink from his arm until he had to shout "That is enough!" and pulled his arm away, I felt like a new born baby pulled away from his mother's teat. I was still dyeing of thirst, "You will have to find someone else to finish with." My eyes turn to the opening of the alley.

I walk out of the alleyway in to the streetlight. My wife hugs me with joy, "I am so glad you are safe."

"I love you Jade, and I am sorry," I say with a heavy heart, a quizzical look comes over my wife's face. I begin to kiss her, first on her lips, and then slowly I begin to move toward her neck. As my lips become closer to her neck, I can begin to hear her heartbeat, getting louder and louder, as if it was calling me. I let my teeth sink in to her skin, and I here a gasp from her lips, but not one of pain, but of one of pure ecstasy. I drink for what seems like forever, then I hear her heart slow, slower, slower, then� it comes to a stop.

My head is swimming now, everything seems so vivid, so bright, I have never been so attuned to my senses, and I wanted more. Alabaster walks out of the Alley, giving a slow clap. "Congratulations," he states, "your first kill, now this time try to control and not kill your next victim. My blood lust was still not quenched; my eyes lock on to my son.

"What's going on, daddy?" my son cries. I fly towards him, faster than I have ever moved before. I swoop him up and bite in to his neck, I begin to feed.

After a while Alabaster says, "That's enough," I continue to drink. "I said that's enough!"

RED, STOP IT, YOU ARE KILLING HIM!!! Boomed the sound of my wife's voice in my head. I let go of my son, but I knew it was too late, his heart already stopped.

Finally the blood lust wore off, and I began to realize the error of my ways. I look to Alabaster, "You fiend, you made me do this, you made me like this!"

Just go, daddy, let's go and leave him.

I begin to run off, away from the lifeless bodies of my family, away from him. I ran and ran, but never was tired. Eventually I got home; I sat and thought for a long time, coming to terms on what I become.

In later years I learned that I was known as a Malkavian, a race of vampires plagued with insanity, each with their own derangement. I learned that I had what was known as sanguinary animism, I would hear the voices of the ones I fed on, but only for a few short weeks.

Today, fifty years later, the voice of my wife and son still remain.