I don't know how much time actually passed but I eventually woke up from the empty blackness. I found myself in a darkened room, laid out on a bed. In the dim light I could see the amazing architecture of the room. The ceiling was elevated high with a dome light top, there was a chandelier for candles. It was truly a sight I had never thought I'd ever see. After I snapped myself out of the trance of the grandiose room, I realized there was an odd weight on my neck. Before I actually looked, I raised my hand to feel at it. It was a necklace with an odd symbol on it, which I now know as the symbol of the Razielim.

Just as I was reflecting on such of thought of being branded, Raziel walked in. He took a few moments to light a lamp or two so I could see better. Once he was finished with that chore he came and sat by my side.

"How do you feel?" he asked with such sincerity it surprised me.

"I feel...okay," I had to admit that I didn't feel too great. I felt like I was run over by a wagon but I didn't tell him. I didn't want him to worry.

"Well you might feel a bit disoriented for a while, until you get some blood into your system."

Blood? Did I hear that one right? I sure did. This made me realize that while I was out, I was changed. I looked down to examine my hands more thoroughly, but I still only had five fingers. How was that possible if I was a vampire?

Raziel chuckled as he noticed my wondering gaze to my hands, "Your hands wont change for quite some time. The elder vampires are the ones that have been transformed in such a way. You have a few centuries before then."

"Oh," I responded softly. I let my gaze wander so I could familiarize myself with the new surroundings.

"This is your room, you may rest here when you wish."

"Where is your room?" I was almost blurted the question out. It surprised me and I could tell Raziel was rather surprised by it as well.

But he gave me a comforting smile and stated, "At the end of the hall outside."

I nodded and pulled myself from the bed. I was uneasy for a few moments but with Raziel's support I quickly adjusted.

"Come, I prepared a treat for you." He took my hand and led me out of my room. We moved quickly down the hallways. I noticed that he had to have been moving slower than he usually did. Just the way he walked was different from before. I tried my best to pick up my pace to make the walk easier. I was relieved when we finally stopped in front of a door. I took the moment to look around then was led into the room ahead.

As we walked inside I noticed three male mortals chained to the far wall. The first in the line was rather handsome with long brown hair and a shapely body. The second was more lean with short black hair, and the last was very muscular with mid-length blonde hair.

"I was not sure of you tastes. So I picked a variety for you." He spoke softly and calmly to me, and with a slight push he nudged me toward the men. "Pick one, or take them all. It is up to you."

"But how?" I question as I slowly stepped toward the men.

"Let your instincts take over. Then you will understand."

I slowly approached the men, wondering what I should do. I walked up to the brown haired man. Placing my hand on the side of his face, I looked into his green eyes. His pleading green eyes. He was probably too afraid to even cry for his life. With a moment of hesitation I moved onto the one with short black hair. He seemed so frail and scared. I couldn't help but feel pity for him. I then glanced over to the muscular blonde. He glared at me with such ferocity it almost scared me. I slowly embraced the black-haired man and whispered in his ear, "Shh, I'm sorry." Then with a quick movement I bit my fangs into his neck, taking his life-sustaining blood from him. Raziel was right, the lust was instinctual, I knew exactly what to do.

Once I was finished I let go of his body, allowing it to slump to the ground. I glanced over to the brown haired man, only to see utter fear in his green eyes. Then I looked to the blonde. He still had such a horrid glare toward me. That look terrified me, though I wasn't sure why. I moved swiftly back to Raziel. Looking up into his eyes I pleaded, "Spare the brown haired one please. Please spare him."

Raziel gave a confused look but agreed, "Okay, if that is what you wish. I will return him to his home." I wasn't quite sure how to take the second look he gave me. It was almost disappointment. "What about the other?"

I frowned, "I don't care. He looked at me with such disgust. I can't touch him." Then I quickly left the room hoping Raziel would deal with that horrid man for me.

After a few moments I heard a blood curdling scream, then silence. I hoped that my poor brown haired pet didn't see anything too horrible. I hoped he looked away. I couldn't stand to think of him having nightmares of this night.

Raziel came out of the room closing the door behind him.

"What did you do to him?"

"You do not want to know."

I took his work for it, I really didn't need to know what torture such a scream could come from.