Thanks for all the reviews! As to the whole vampire thing... well I'm no expert on vampires so whatever I say about the vampires... just go with it. lol

Oh, and another thing... I'm really lazy and also I have a lot of work I've got to do for school so please don't get mad at me if I don't update as soon as you like... But I'll try my best :)

Sitting on her bed, staring out the window and playing with the folds of her dress, Allena bit her lip, trying to figure out a solution to her current situation.

Obviously, human blood was out of the question. Besides the fact that she still had her soul and wouldn't even dream of drinking a human's blood, Allena knew that if, every month, someone were to turn up mysteriously dead, with fang bites on his neck, there would be an uproar, and vampire hunters may possibly get involved.

But what other blood was there? The blood of a common creature such as a bird or a squirrel would not be enough.

She stared hard at the wall, trying to think. There had been a small farm near here as she was flying over Bordeaux...

That's it! Allena thought, There are pigs there, I saw them! They won't need too many of those...

Her mind made up, Allena slowly pushed open her door, walked out, and softly closed it behind her. Her eyes darted from one side to the other, and she decided to take the right hallway.

Now that all this business of finding a new place to live was over, Allean began to wonder again just what had happened to her. As she walked through the halls, trying to find a staircase, she went over in her mind what had happened.

She had been at the graveyard near her house, mourning her dead mother and father. Gently laying a small bouquet of flowers between their gravestones, she had wept, and then had felt the icy breath of fear creep over her as she realized she was not alone. When she had turned around, Dracula had been standing there in front of the gate, blocking the only way out.

"Allena," he had whispered, licking his lips as though to taste the name that came from them. "Allena," he said again, a malicious grin forming on those blood red lips.

Allena, now walking down the staircase in the dark opera house, shivered at the memory.

"You have heard, I suppose," Dracula had said quietly, "That one of my brides has been killed."

Allena had said nothing, but could not turn her gaze from his.

"Yes," Dracula had continued, starting to walk toward Allena. "Gabriel Van Helsing destroyed Marishka. And now that my two brides have ceased their weeping – " he had sneered, " – I am looking for a new bride."

Allena finally reached the entrance hall. Deciding she did not really want to relive what happened after that, she directed her thoughts elsewhere. She tried to remember exactly where the barn had been. She would have to walk there, because, for one thing, she did not fancy another flight in her vampire form... and even if she did want to fly there, she was sure to be seen. She was surprised she hadn't been seen on her desparate flight here.

Mapping out her destination in her head, she carefully pushed on the front door.

It was locked.

Allena looked around frantically. The key was nowhere to be seen.

She again pushed on the door in vain. It would not budge.

Sighing, she slid down to sit on the marble floor.

Now what's going to happen to me? she thought desperately. What happens if I do not quench the thrist?

Seeming to hear her thoughts, her stomach gave a loud rumble, and she clutched her hand to it.

Trying to calm down, Allena began to think rationally. Well, there are probably plenty of back doors around here, she thought, her head beginning to clear. I could simply find one of those.

She stood up and began to turn around when she noticed a crack in the wallpaper near the door. Curious, she walked up to it and took a good look at it. She could not see much in the dark, so she felt around. Suddenly her hand touched something metal. She gasped and inserted two of her fingers into the crack and pulled out a key.

Immensely proud of herself, Allena took the key and fit it into the lock.

The sound of not just one, but many locks clicked. Then all was silent.

Allena walked up to the door and tried once more to push it. This time, it opened.

Hurriedly replacing the key inside the crack in the wall, she went outside and quietly shut the door.

I won't be gone long, she assured herself. The opera house will be unlocked until then. But that won't be long. I - I hope.

She turned right, and began a fast-paced walk toward where she thought the farm had been. Quickly she looked up at the windows of the opera house to make sure no one was watching. As she was doing that, though, she distinctly heard a sound from somewhere under the opera house.

Allena looked around the base of the opera house. She could see nothing, so she continued quickly on her way.

The hem of her cloak whipped around the building just as a long shadow fell across the opera's front sidewalk.

Allena began to run, knowing exactly where this farm was now. She remembered it was near a willow tree – she had just passed that.

She stopped, out of breath, about half a mile from the opera house. The barn loomed up in front of her, and she could now hear the sounds of all the animals kept there.

Breathing heavily, Allena let herself into the fenced off area. She spotted a pig, and walked up to it.

Cringing, she looked away.

Please don't make me do this, she thought miserably.

Taking a deep breath, she bent down, and held the squealing pig still. Her fangs began to transform easily now.

"One."

Allena pulled back her hair.

"Two."

She turned to face the squealing animal.

"Three."

Slowly, she lowered her face...

... and bit down.