The Still Beating Heart
I love my ruby ring. It reminds me of blood. I like the sight of blood, especially when I am hungry, and I am often hungry. After 7 centuries, that has not changed. Other things have changed. I'm in Chicago, where I've lived for the past 7 years with my brother, Nick, and I can't find my mother, Janette, nor can I feel her.
That frightens me, because it can only mean one of two things. One, that she is dead, but I would know that, because I can feel when vampires that I am close to die. Two, it means that she has somehow turned mortal, which I know is not possible. Once you are a vampire, you are one forever. I should know, because I, Katriane de Bremond, have been one for 762 years.