Memories
In the day, sometimes, when she lies in her bed (deathbed) and dreams of the hunt and the chase and the kill, she remembers.
Actually, it would be more true to say, though, it remembers, that thing which lurks beyond her eyes and is awakened when she smells blood on the air and feels hunger, a terrible hunger, somewhere in her soul, that is never sated.
Ghostly things, phantoms of blood and pain and loss and agony and victory, haunt her dreams, its dreams. She had once thought that they were memories of Viktor's, her sire, and of the night she was killed (born) and of his inability to save her family.
She realizes, now, that it was his ability to have her (again).