The sun came soon after the incident. Followed by the first night of the full moon.
At Castle Dracula, Marishka, Aleera and Verona were watching the full moon talking about random things when Marishka brought up something that seemed to hit a nerve for Aleera.
Looking out the window she said, "Sisters, do you ever wonder what we were like before we became brides?"
Aleera snapped her head around. "No." she said quickly though she didn't realize how defensive she sounded, this drew Verona and Marishka's attention.
"I haven't ever wished to remember life. Have you?"
Marishka slowly deliberately said. "Yes, but I don't remember. Master says it's best not to remember life before being undead."
Verona walked over beside Marishka and comfortingly rested her hand on her shoulder. Marishka rested her head on Verona's shoulder and seemed saddened.
Aleera's mind wondered elsewhere. 'What is the reason for him to steal our memories?' she asked herself.
Out in the night they heard the noise of a werewolf howling in the distance. The Master had not been back that day which was odd for him. They assumed though that he had decided to sleep at Castle Frankenstein. He came back though soon after the moon was high.
"My darling brides," He said gently. " We feed tonight."
The brides smiled with delight, forgetting their earlier conversation.
They flew with Dracula out the opened window and down to the town with its sleeping people. They each took a different house.
Aleera coincidentally picked the house of Annora. She crept through the window slowly, for she was in no mood for a fight. She wasn't even hungry, but she wanted to get out of the castle.
The moon illuminated around Aleera as she walked through Annora's room to her bedside. She stopped halfway across the room and sniffed the air. Her eyes widened, as she smelled this familiar, potent, smell. She closed her and remembered; from the back of her mind she could smell that same smell in a memory. A memory from before she was turned. She saw a large sheer curtain flowing in the night breeze, then a flash of fangs and, and, a full moon, glowing eyes, and her reflection. She remembered bits, pieces; these were from her past, her true past before she was turned.
"Why?" She asked herself. "Why does this girl make me remember?"
"Aleera." She heard a wind blown whisper of her name.
She took one last look at the girl before slipping out the window.
"What took you sister?" Verona asked her as they flew through the night. Aleera did not answer quickly.
" I remembered." She said quietly.
Marishka got curious. "What was that Aleera?"
"Nothing." She replied.