I struggled against the confines of my ropes. I'd had this nightmare before and it always ended with me dying. Only this time it wasn't a nightmare. I would die for real if I didn't get loose. I struggled harder and got the ropes loose. I had sunk fast with the weight tied to my feet. I swallowed a lung full of water in a desperate attempt to get air. It was a futile attempt because I knew it was too late and that I was going to die. The last thing I saw was a golden haired angel before darkness swallowed me. I was dead.
Pain flashed and lit up my world for brief seconds. It never lasted very long and I always fell right back into the darkness. Finally the pain ended. When I woke I knew I was dead or undead as people usually say. I knew I was a vampire. My name is Gwenievere Lilian Pierre and my family knew me to be dead.