I took many days and nights to fully heal from the burns I'd caused by my denial. I eagerly drank
the cups of warm liquid that were given me as they eased my pain and quenched the harsh thirst
I felt. It wasn't til nearly two weeks had past that I discovered my thirst was not caused by my
injuries. I craved more an more of the precious liquid, to feel the strength and warmth that flooded
threw me when I downed the cup.
Finally, my mentor asked me if I felt well enough to go out. He had something that he wanted me to
see. Imagine my surprise, when he led me out to the balcony I had almost died at trying to escape.
He stepped lightly upon the railing, unconcerned with the height or gravity. I at once became 
fearful. But he offered his hand, and unthinking I took it. The next moment I was beside him on the narrow rail.
Glancing down, I fought a spell of vertigo that vexed me. But his steady grip anchored me.
Then without warning, he was airborne and I was there feeling the air rushing through my hair. I 
was positive I was about to be dashed upon the stones far below. Yet there was no sensation of 
falling. It was then that I realized that we were much higher than the rooftop of the Inn and that 
the lights of the town seemed light glittering colored gems below. 
I was speechless, yet there thrilled through me an excitement I can hardly find words to describe.
The moon was but a crescent, concealing our flight from those below. I realized the logic of it. 
Below another town came into view, I couldn't believe the swiftness at which we'd traveled. But 
with practised ease, my mentor set us down on a rooftop, overlooking an alleyway.
There in the shadows I could see a figure moving below. Out on the street were many people 
and lights. It seemed to be a simular street like the one I'd stumbled so long ago it seemed. 
The taverns, the music and the laughter. It was all the same. And there stumbling about with a bottle
of wine was a man. He was coming closer to the alley, but he hadn't noticed anything yet.
I did though, I saw her! The clothing was that of a harlot, but the dress was but a ruse. 
She was eager and hungry, her body movements were that of a cat about to pounce on a mouse.
But worse and more to the point, was that I could feel it. I could feel what she felt. And that alone
drove home all that Compte Merlyon had been trying to teach me.
This was the vampire wench that had taken my life, left me for dead and moved on. 
Now as I watched, she was fully intending to do so to another. My blood burned and my honor 
rose up against such a crime. It seemed that my mentor was in agreement.
Following his lead we lept from the roof and fell upon her. She'd been so focused upon her 
victim  she was caught unaware. She began to struggle and hiss like a hellcat, but one 
whispered word from Compte Merlyon and she became silent as dead.
Out of the shadows they came, figures wrapped in blackness with gleaming silver. They 
bowed to my mentor and took the strangely dazed vampire woman away with them.
The drunken man passed by the alley oblivious to how nearly he escaped death.
But I now realized beyond any doubt, that I was no longer a mortal man...
I am forever more, a vampire...