Prologue

On the streets of Orlando, in the darker section of the city, a newly turned vampire runs for his life. He dodges around people, moving in and out of dark alleyways, looking for an escape or a place to hide. A glance over his shoulder lets him know that the people chasing him, the people that want him dead, are still following him.

Turning a corner, he ducks into an abandoned building. Moving into one of the darkest corners, he brings his knees up to his chest and prays that the people chasing him will give up. He can hear them getting closer, sense them coming after him. They stopped outside the building, looking for their prey.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know. He can't be far."

"Keep searching, but don't worry too much. If we don't find him and kill him, someone else will."

The vampire held his breath until he heard them move away from the building. He leaned back against the cold, dirty wall and let the tears he had been holding back fall freely. He knew that the people that chased him were slayers. They wanted him dead because he was now a vampire. He had tried to explain that he had been changed against his will, but they didn't listen.

He curled up into a tighter ball and sobbed. Why is this happening to me? he thought. What did I do to deserve this?

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