When I woke up again I felt weak, cold, and hungry

For those of you who want to know the words in this chapter that are in italics are Romanian and I have the meanings at the bottom of the page.

When I woke up again I felt weak, cold, and hungry! A few hazy memories tried to surface but I still had absolutely no idea about who I had been and basically no memory of anything at all other than I had died. Wait that wasn't right if I was dead than what was I doing here arguing with myself about it.

I stopped bitching with what I thought and the more rational side of me long enough to notice where I was. I knew I couldn't see shit, I was in that sort of darkness where I could wave my hand right in front of my face and still not be able to see it. Though I did know I was sprawled on something soft like a piece of furniture I was guessing a couch but how did I get there? I sat up and immediately felt really stiff like I did a heavy-duty workout at the gym and forgot to stretch afterward. I remembered that the stiffness Rigor Mortis sets into a dead body after a few hours but I ignored that thought how could I be dead if I could still move around. After doing a few basic stretches I tried to stand up but I almost fell only the couch or whatever saved me from falling face first onto the floor. Soon I could stand on my own without difficulty and I decided to wander the room maybe find out where I was. I walked a few steps and ran smack dab into to something hard and with pointed corners, great a coffee table. I opened my mouth to say a few unmentionable words but nothing came out. I went wide-eyed in fear for the first time I noticed I wasn't breathing, something was seriously wrong, was I really dead? I felt my wrist for a pulse to be sure but I found nothing. Oh God I thought in fear I was on the verge of freaking out and in denial I calmed down and convinced myself it was easy to miss the pulse in your wrist especially when you can't see what your doing so I checked my neck but still nothing. I tried to shout but no sound came. Oh, yeah I wasn't breathing and I had no pulse, not good. Now to keep myself from panicking I tried giving breathing a go. I took a breath and doubled over at the stinging feeling that shot through my lungs. After a moment it began to fade. Okay I thought to myself let's try that again. I took another breath and braced myself for pain again but it wasn't so bad this time.

"Dumnezeu sa-l ia dracu," I cursed. Hey, I said it wasn't as bad but it still hurt so excuse me. Letting out the breath I decided to explore the room again but I followed the wall this time instead of walking around blindly. Eventually I came to a change in the texture of the wall. Hello we have a light switch. I flicked it on and yelped shielding my eyes as the bright light nearly blinded me the fact that the room happened to be white didn't help any. Well things had just gone from being a big black blur to a big white blur. After a minute or two I was able to take uncover my eyes damn it was bright anyway. That didn't really help the slight headache that I had it was small but still irritating.

I sat down on the couch where I had woken up on and tried to think past the dizzying sensation that I now had but it was hard I was feeling like crap and I shifted position uncomfortably as the gnawing in my stomach grew Christ I was hungry. I started babbling to myself until I heard movement outside the door. I got up and whoever was outside froze. I knew they were still there because I could sense their presence and oddly enough I could smell them. It was something light and sweet like venom but it was still strangely comforting. Like a wolf pup scenting it's parent this scent made feel safe like whomever that was outside was my kin my family. This was weirding me out more than anything else so far how could I judge so much from just a smell?

The doorknob turned and I caught a glimpse of a face. It was that guy again I actually remembered him point for me though I knew him from somewhere else other than the ally but where? As he walked into the room I got more flashes of different memories. Still I didn't know his name and my curiosity got the better of me.

"Who are you or better yet who am I what am I," I asked in an authoritative sort of fashion. Seriously I was totally clueless about who I was and I at least wanted to know who he was.

He replied, "Well, aren't we the demanding one." I resisted the urge to say no shit Shirlock because when I say something I mean it. Well if that makes me sound demanding then my freaking bad.

"That doesn't answer my question," I told him. Yes I was being blunt but my tolerance level was slim to nil. Sorry but I've always had a bit of a temper problem.

He looked at me with almost a parental pride and said, " I am Aubrey I made who you are now."

"Okay that tells me who you are but just who am I," I questioned. I dimly wondered if he was this enigmatic by habit or just for fun. I was betting on habit because I had to play twenty questions just to get a name.

"You are Raziel of the Silver line the first of my fledgling to be made for a millenium," he told me. What? Was he serious?

"My real name isn't Raziel," I answered. Well it wasn't, that much I knew the rest of what he said was just too confusing to deal with.

"Oh, really then what is your real name?" he asked me.

"I don't know I can't remember but I know it's not Raziel." I told him. Why did he have to keep doing this to me? It was bad enough that I couldn't remember my own name but the slight dizziness had gotten much worse and it felt like someone had hit upside the head with a baseball bat.

"You will gain your full memory in time but it useless to you now you no longer belong to that world nor will you ever, all you are now is Raziel not anyone else." He stated.

"If that's who I am then what am I?" I asked. I was starting to get pissed if only he could just give me one straight answer.

"I told you already that you are of the Silver line the most powerful extent of the vampire lines or didn't you know that beforehand?" he questioned.

"I uh… I'm a vampire?" I asked. I know I sounded stupid but it was becoming hard to think properly I was starving and the pain was steadily getting worse. I also knew his reference of the Silver line from some place but I just couldn't remember even the word vampire seemed foreign though if it were true it would answer a lot of questions. Ugh there was no if I couldn't keep denying this forever.

"Well if your finished with your questions you must feed soon or you'll waste away into nothing." He said. Oh no, I was confused but not a total idiot I knew what he was implying. Though saying the word feed just made me hungrier and it wasn't food I was craving.

"No way in draculi am I going to kill someone." I stated defiantly. Sorry if I believed in the sanctity of life. I was taught that all life was precious it seemed wrong to me to snuff it out like a candle. Still another part of me was arguing that it was just the way things were. Some things killed others to survive that was the way of the world.

"You have a choice either feed and live or don't and die a second time, give it a day or so then you'll hardly be able to move let alone hunt." He told me.

"Daca ai Haos putrezi tau carne ui oase, Stramos I said no or is there something you don't understand about that word." I snapped.

He snarled at me finally losing his temper," Watch what your tongue if your going to curse at me at least do it in a language I know." The ferocity of his words made me cringe I'm not one to back down from a fight but I had the feeling that if I took him on I'd be way over my head.

He sighed frustrated and stated very matter-of-factly. "Listen to me. Like I told you if you don't feed you will die. The transformation takes time to complete and a few more subtle changes will take place over the next few days. You need the blood for that or your body will start to take what it needs from itself killing you off. So what will it be?"

Romanian explanations:

Dumnezeu sal-ia dracu-God damn it

Draculi-hell

Daca ai Haos putrezi tau carne ui oase, Stramos-May Chaos rot your flesh and bones, Father (Well Aubrey did make Raziel so in a way that makes him her father)