I don�t care to divulge many details about my creator. I�ll only say that she came out of the night and told me her story. She gave me a choice between the simple and boring life I was living and what she called �The Life of the Gods.� Obviously I chose the latter. She fed on me and I in turn fed from her, for that is how it is done. The mingling of vampire blood with one�s own is the only way to turn. I died that night, and was reborn into a life of wonder and pain. To see with vampire eyes is a truly different experience from mortal vision. Colors are brighter and images are crisper. Inanimate objects seem to come to life. A vampire�s hearing is far better than a human�s is as well. The wind seems to whisper softly and the night tells her secrets. I had become pale in comparison to my normal complexion; my long black hair was now perfect and my nails shown like milky glass. The most wondrous of the changes was the pair of tiny white fangs I now possessed. She didn�t bother to stay with me and explain these changes or teach me how to survive. Her only parting advice was �The sun is poison, seek shelter from its rays� and never drink after the heart stops beating.� I buried myself beneath a temple just before dawn.
The next night I awoke with a bloodlust that cannot be understood by a mortal. I searched my village for a victim. Later that evening I came across a man my age walking alone. Being of the age and vitality that he was, he immediately assumed the look in my eyes was human lust. This made him quite easy to coerce into the shadows. He leaned against the building and I began to kiss his neck. Before he realized that he was not in for the treat he expected I sank my teeth into his tan flesh. The blood came pouring across my lips in a beautiful font of life and death. My senses were all screaming in a chorus, as his heartbeat grew louder. As the flow began to wane the heartbeat faded and her words ran through my mind ��never drink after the heart stops beating.� It took all of my strength but I finally willed myself to stop. The man�s body fell to the ground like a shell of its previously magnificent self and in that instant I knew that I was a monster, and I liked it. That night I returned to the soft earth and slept deeper than ever before. I could only feed in my own village for so long before the others would suspect. A chain of missing young men does not often go unnoticed in a small village. I left a few nights later after feasting on that first man�s three brothers. That was the last time I set foot in Harappa for four hundred years.
Night after night I traveled in search of my creator or others like us and found nothing. It wasn�t until 432CE while traveling through the islands of the south pacific, on Samoa I believe, I found a fledgling like myself. She was hiding in the shadows. Long mousy-brown hair full of loose curls fell down her back. Then I heard a whisper in my brain; �...And where did we come from?�
�Who said that?�
�How did you hear that?�
And this is how we discovered vampiric telepathy. A vampire can read other vampire minds and humans�; it�s a simple trick. However we can�t read the minds of our own fledglings, I found that out later.
She told me she had been created just days ago by the same woman who had brought me into this reality. Sina was to be my disciple and companion. I taught her to hunt with style, not just to kill. The Polynesian peoples thought her the Goddess of the Moon. I was so proud. We preyed on the various peoples of Europe and Asia for three hundred years, and we were happy.