I could hear myself breath but I couldn't open my eyes. Where I'm I? Who I'm I? Whatever I was lying on was very soft. I felt damp sweaty and I was sure sticky. The air around me was cool. Something was covering my body; I could only feel the cool air on my face. It sounded like it was raining. I could hear the splattering of raindrops rattling against something.

Wait! I can't move! My body was stiffer than a log. I tried opening my eyes again but to no avail, they felt too heavy to move. I tried shifting a finger, even a twitch but nothing. I mentally touched my toes, I wasn't wearing any shoes but whatever was covering me was covering my toes as well. Then I heard something, 'what was that?' It was a rattling sound. I stopped trying to move but my heart beat quicken. Next I heard a thump, then the sound of footsteps. The rattling sound the rain outside was making was subsiding and the sound of the footsteps became louder. Thump! thump! thump! It was getting closer, and then it stopped. I don't know how long I lay there, listening for another sound when I felt a finger brush against my cheek. Okay, that's when I started to panic…

With all the mental strength I had, I willed all the muscles in my body to contract, nothing. I felt it again, the light brush of someone's finger against my cheek. My mind was immediately thrown into a panicked frenzy and without even trying; I pushed myself from the bed. I drew in a long terrified breath, my heart was racing. There was darkness all around me, where I'm I? I rubbed the back of my hands against my eyes and then, I heard a short scratching sound and then light, a candle. I instinctively looked behind me, two blurry figures stood there, one way larger than the other. I rubbed the back of my hand against my eyes again and when I refocused my vision on the figures I discerned two pairs of glowing red pupils. I lost my grip on consciousness—and I think sanity. And then...

It was raining heavily, the window panes rattled against the drops of water that pounded against it from the outside. I was alone, I always was. Sometimes Leya would come and stay with me throughout the night while sometimes I'll be the one to comfort her while she'll sob her way to sleep.

She and I were the only ones who slept amongst the five of us, but she was also the only one who ever readily showed any actual emotion. She was thirteen yet I thought her naive, brittle characters could allow her pass for a ten year old.

I was the newest member in the clan, but I wasn't the youngest. I sat on my bed, looking at the stretch of darkness, behind the window, and the cloudy mist that grew from the sides of the glass. I was thinking about who I was before my impurification. I remembered some of it very vividly, the pain, the numbness, the pungent smell of unknown chemicals and medicines that was always in the air, the constant urge to vomit, the constant wish for death. Yet the doctors came every day to tell me that death wasn't coming soon, wearing a smile on their faces, as if that that was what I wanted.

My room was dark, the attic I was forced to stay locked in for two months. The air around me was cold and silent except for the frequent rumbling of thunder and the ticking of the small clock that hung above the window. All I could do in my solace was recalling the most recent memories I could remember before I woke up on this bed.

I remembered the stiff face of the emaciated boy that was very pale it was fair to call him stack white, as he breathed out his last and I couldn't help but feel envious of him; why would death pick him over me? My cancer had spread far beyond his own yet he died first. It was only till when the doctors rushed to his bed and picked up his drip cord that it all made sense. He had removed his drip cord and let himself die.

Dying was preferable than living in that condition anyway. After they took his body away and night fell I had decided to do just the same. The moment the lights in the ward went out, I had said my final prayers; begging God to forgive me for what I was about to do, pulled the needle out of my left hand and waited patiently for death to come.

I remember smiling, I had been happy that soon enough the pain would end. My heart had skipped a beat, then two, then three, and then I felt like I was suffocating. It was a rather torturous state and the thought that I had made a mistake crossed my chaotic mind. I had almost started to reach for the cord that was dangling at my side when I chastened myself with the thought of dying a noble death, rather than begging for life and regretting my mistake like a pathetic coward.

The feeling of suffocation came to a stop and then I had felt myself loosing grip on consciousness. If this is what death felt like, then I was more than glad to die. I had let a small smile creep its way onto my face. And as I was finally being pulled away into oblivion the image of my mother had crossed my mind and then just in that moment, I wanted to live again.

The door flung open with a thud. The sound startled me. A path of yellow light stretched across the ground. I turned my head around sharply, ripping my mind out of the reverie, to look at who ever it was. Jhan stood at the door frame. The boy, or should I say young man, could have been six feet five, for all I knew, with a lean build. He always wore big trousers and nothing more than a white singlet—or that was just all I had seen him in. In the past two months he and Leya had been the only ones to talk to me. Although I was certain the others had no idea there was a fifth vampire amongst them.

"Doing alright?" He asked, without hinting off the slightest emotion of care, Unlike Leya who always seemed concerned about I felt. I guess she didn't like the idea of my imprisonment.

"Err... Yeah, I'm good." I answered inscrutably.