Damien winced as twin fangs pierced his throat. He could feel his blood, his very essence flowing out of his jugular into his sire. His eyes had been squeezed shut from the moment he felt Moktel's hot breath on his neck. Now, he opened them, and immediately wished that he hadn't. He could feel his master's blood red eyes burning deep into his soul.

"Master, I…"

"Shut up, human." Moktel growled low in his throat.

"But…sire…I think I'm dying…" Damien winced.

"No shit you fool, that's the point. You're going to die to live again."

"But…you never told me how much it would hurt!"

"Shut up, all your pains will be over in a few more seconds."

Damien did as he was told. He did not want to do anything to stop his sire from bringing him into his next life. He would be reborn, as one of the descendents of Cain. He would be a vampire. In his heart, he knew this.

But, after a few seconds, his heart stopped beating.

"Wake up sleepyhead, don't have much time until the sun rises."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about, I don't care about the sun…"

Damien woke up more quickly after Moktel dealt him a stinging slap to his cheek.

"Will you care when you're nothing but a pile of ashes in this alley?" Moktel breathed.

"You mean…I'm really a…a vampire?" Damien was incredulous.

"Yes, boy, you're really a vampire. You're one of us, now." Moktel seemed satisfied at how his pupil was coming along.

"Ok, ok, I'm up. Where are we going?"

"We're going to a tomb, boy. We have to sleep during the day, you know."

Damien let himself be led through the slowly awakening streets of New York to an old, run down building, where he slept through the day.