Prologue

Michael sat up against someone's tombstone in the cemetery. He opened a bottle of red Kool-Aid ad started drinking. He gazed at the stars. It had been almost a year since he had been a part of the darkness. Did he feel different? Of course he did; he was a vampire. But there were changes happening to him that he couldn't recognize. He wasn't even aware of them. Emotions started to mean less and less to him.

But he ignored that.

He knew his bloodlust was becoming stronger and the cravings were becoming more frequent.

But he ignored that also.

Why did he refuse to except these things?

Because he knew there was a mortal inside of him still. He knew it. He loved Lisa Marie. That's why he chose darkness, so he could be with her. But he kept looking at his human children and saw Debbie Rowe. Debbie Rowe.

No mater how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the name out of his head. Debbie.

Rowe.

It seemed to haunt him. There were so many mixed emotions about her. Michael wanted to kill her and love her at the same time.

No. Not kill her.

No.

Michael stopped drinking the Kool-Aid and gazed at his surroundings. He was in a cemetery. With Darkness and Death.

He had to go see Debbie for the sake of his mortality.

Deep down inside, he missed being human.