The Embrace You wish to know more about the Embrace? Then I will tell you a bit of what I know and how I felt about my Embrace. But first lets start with this.  The first and most common of these myths of the Embrace is the legend that anyone bitten by a Vampire will himself become a Kindred. Thus, each time a Vampire feeds, it creates another of its kind. One wonders how it is that any mortals are left in this world. Furthermore, a corpse may become a vampire if it was a suicide, an oath breaker, a member of a tainted bloodline, or de tout an evil person. Again, the globe would be peopled with nothing but Vampires....... And I tell you this, I have not seen this army of Undead.  There is a grain of truth in the legend de gustando. To become a Vampire, one must lose all one's mortal blood (But that is only part of the horror) and replacing the stolen mortal blood with a little of the Vampire's own, a progenitor is created. But a single drop of blood upon the lips of the dying is sufficient to arouse them to drink from the blood of it's Sire.  How Can I express the horror of the embrace? The fear and confusion? The revulsion and terror? The Ecstasy, the PAIN? Even the passing of centuries has not dulled the memory of my own death.  . . . . . . Understand I am not a Coward . . . . .  My first reaction was denial. This could not possibly be happening. Even in Centuries long past, men of Education and breeding scoffed at the superstitions of the peasant. As a child my parents had frightened me to sleep with stories of the terrible vrok, but I had out grown such tales long before. This was a nightmare, an hallucination of some kind. I tried to focus on thoughts of meat, fruit, wine - But to no avail BLOOD was all. Blood was reality. All else Discarded.  I was utterly enslaved to it. No opium fiend in a Lime house or of a Shanghai den was ever so helplessly, so wretchedly dependent. I cry for mercy. The memory.....The recollection of what followed.- Distresses me....  "GOD Forgives.........I do Not"