Chapter 1 ((the she))

"You're of the Camarilla?" there was a tone of surprise in his voice.

I giggled, "No." and I went over to put a new blood pack on the stand; then placed the extras on the bedside table.

"Here are some for you. But you're still too weak for hunting. Soon, Daniel, we'll go out together, and we shall hunt then."

He made no sound, and I left him alone with his puzzled mind.

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The following night I returned discovering him standing at the ceiling-to-floor window.

I was standing at the doorway as he turned and faced me. I then asked him with a gentle smile,

"Feeling better, Daniel?"

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dian."

"I'm on the Hollywood Hill, ain't I? From here I could see the remains of what was Dr. Grout's mansion."

"Alistair Grout? Yes. He was a man of wisdom."

"You know him? The Malkavian primogen?"

"Yes. And you, what clan are you, Daniel?" trying to change the subject of the conversation.

"Why should I tell you anyway? Can I trust you?"

"Are the rumors true, Daniel? That LaCroix is dead, and Ming-Xiao has taken over the place to rule us all?"

"That bitch." He said so calmly, "I trusted her so much and that's how she would repay me. I tell you if it wasn't for me, if I didn't help her, she wouldn't be there sitting in the Venture Tower right now admiring her new power." And he sneered.

"Such cold-hearted woman. Bonding you with that sarcophagus and sinking you into the ocean is far much cruel than just killing you."

Then it was silence for us both. Daniel turned once more and gazed out of the window. He knew well enough that the night was still too dangerous for him, the blood packs didn't really help him much, they merely sustained his undead life.

I returned to my purpose of entering this room – tidying things up.

It was the guest's room I had given him. A small room it was, with one bed, one wardrobe, one bedside table, one chair and one saline stand for blood transfusion. No specific décor, I didn't have time for that.

As I was gathering those empty blood packs, he finally spoke up,

"Hey, Dian. Thanks."

"For what?"

He shrugged and said, "For saving my life."

"You're welcome." I smiled. I felt warmth in my heart.

"You are a rather old vampire, aren't you?"

I was going to answer him when suddenly the door bell rang.

"I'll take it." he said and walked towards the door.

"No! No! I shall take it!" there must be something odd in my tone, for he was staring at me doubtfully.

"Please. If you like to help perhaps you could dispose these empty ones in the kitchen."

He didn't really accept it, it was I forcing him to take the blood packs. Then using celerity I dashed out of the room before he could say anything.