It was I who defeated Aubrey in that battle nearly three hundred years ago. It had been the only known battle in history of which he had lost. I hadn't killed him, but I had wounded him, almost killing the immortality that had crept upon him long ago, turning him into what he is now.
I am Risika.
I had another life before I became Risika. It was a life full of humanity, of whom was named Rachel. I wasn't Rachel any more; I hadn't known Rachel. Rachel had died and never to be seen again. Rachel was just a pitiful mortal who had no choice of her brother's death.
I despise Aubrey for what he had done. He had been one of two damned souls that made me watch my brother die and had given me this life against my will.
There were very few of my kindwho were stronger as I. There were maybe six.
I was now, and always will be, a damned vampire.
