Chapter Two:

Sárika stood ever so quietly in the dense woods. The fog was beginning to roll in, making it easier for her to sneak up on her prey. Carlisle was only a few yards behind her; he had to keep an eye on her. She was a brand new newborn, so her blood thirst, whether she wanted it or not, was uncontrollable at this point.

Carlisle watched her body language, every little twitch made him slightly nervous. Sárika closed her eyes and listened…and listened till; (thump thump, thump thump) her eyes opened revealing the now blackened orbs. She could hear the heart beat pounding in her ears as though it was right next to her.

Carlisle watched as she disappeared into the woods, chasing down what ever it was that she had locked onto. Carlisle had already picked up the Deer's scent as he raced after Sárika.

By the time he caught up to her, she had already pinned the animal and was now feeding. Carlisle watched her carefully as she fed from the animal. When she had finished she turned to face him. A slight trace of blood still remained on her lips.

Carlisle smiled at her, causing Sárika to smile back.

The days passed rather quickly as they remained in their solitude.

The forest canopy was thick enough to allow only the necessary amount of light into the forest. This made Carlisle very happy, for you see he had become rather popular with some of the local villagers who resided in the forest as well. They would come to see him about every ach and pain that they had.

He didn't mind, not one bit. Sárika had noticed how much Carlisle loved helping people. Not to mention he was a damned good doctor.

Night had fallen once again, and Sárika and Carlisle sat by the fire pit, again. Carlisle had been meaning to ask Sárika about her life…and…how she became a vampire.

"Sara?"

She looked up at him; he had now grown more accustomed to calling her Sara instead of Sárika. "Yes Papa?"

"Tell me about your life."

She smiled softly, knowing that this would come one day or another.

"I was born to a middle upper-class family; our family name was Miklós. My mother died when I was only six years old. My father did his best to raise me on his own. When I was 13 my father sent me to work as the lady in waiting for the countess.

"He died two weeks later. I was raised in the Court. Her ladyship took me under her wing and taught me all that I know about being a Lady. She was like a sister to me.

"When I was 17 I met a man named Gáspár. He was the most handsome man I ever laid eyes on. He courted me for several months, I fell in love Papa."

Carlisle smiled, "But sadly it wasn't meant to be. He died of Pneumonia just two weeks after my 18th birthday. After that all I ever did was serve the countess. It was what I did best. When I was 19 I discovered the countess had a dark secret."

"What secret?"

"The Countess Elizabeth Bathory was killing servant girls for their blood. She bathed in their blood, she drank their blood. She wasn't a vampire Papa she was just twisted enough to believe that the blood made her look younger more youthful and beautiful."

Sárika pause, and took in a long deep breath. "I was one of her victim's Papa" She said softly tracing the scar across her neck. It was barely visible but it was still there.

"She thought she had killed me, so she dumped my body into the woods. There some vampire found me and fed from me. Not knowing he had turned me until I started screaming in pain. He got scared and knocked me unconscious, leaving me there."

Carlisle took her in his arms and held her as she trembled. The memories were still fresh in her mind. He couldn't have imagined what she had experienced down in those dungeons with the countess.

"You will never have to live that again Sara. I promise."

"I love you Papa."

He smiled, "I love you, my little Princess." Sárika smiled, no one had called her princess but her real father.

For that was what her name meant,

"Princess"