The fire, the pain… what could be worse?
How many days had passed since this started? The begging for death? How long was it before it stopped, when Rose opened her eyes and everything was clear. The eight-colored rainbow, the strength, the… thirst.
Running through the forest, smelling something, almost human, but not quite. Leaping onto it, tackling it, and being surprised when it fought back.
Not human. Not blood.
Kin. Like her.
Vampire.