Elizabeth - July 13, 1947

It was about noon and I was sitting down on my bed reading the newspaper and smoking a cigarette. The front page headline was dedicated to an explosion that happened at the lab that Whitney's husband owns. According to the story, a colored scientist who worked there, who was discovered to by a spy for the Soviets, snuck into the lab and accidently caused the explosion by accidentally breaking a container filled with a dangerous energy like substance called zero matter. Wasn't this the substance that Whitney wanted to go get to finish studying before, that council or whatever they wanted to clean out the lab? I'm sure she was disappointed to see that the lab was destroyed and the substance was gone, when she went there. Or did this explosion happen when she went there and Whitney and her husband concocted this story not ruin his reputation because he is running for senator? Either way I had to call Whitney to see what actually happen and to make she isn't hurt. I put out my cigarette and before I could get from the bed to go downstairs to call her, I heard a knock on my suite door.

"Come in. It's open," I called out. To my surprise I saw Whitney open that door. I then saw her walk through my living room area, walk up the stairs and push my door all the way open. "Hello Dollface." I said to her getting up from the bed and before I could say anything else, she dropped her purse to the floor and leaned in to kiss me and she slowly removed my dress and then flung it off me. I then removed her dress, as well. Then Whitney, latched onto me with her legs and we headed towards the wall still kissing. As we began to make our way towards the bed, I accidentally swung Whitney over, causing her to accidentally bump into my vanity and knock it over. As it fell down, all of it contained fell to the ground as well as its mirror shattering into several pieces. Whitney and I then stood there in complete shock.

"Are you alright?" I asked her.

"Yes, are you? Here I'll help you clean this up." She said beginning to kneel down to pick up the glass shards.

" No it's alright," I told her. "I'll just have a maid come in and clean it up."

"I am so sorry for breaking it! I'll buy you a new one."

"That's alright, that's very unnecessary for you to do. I'll just go buy another one myself," I said taking the blame. "Besides I'm the one who swung you towards it anyway, so it was technically my fault."

Whitney nodded her head in agreement and we didn't talk about the matter any further. We then both put our dresses back on and I called down stairs to the hotel receptionist and told her to send up a maid to clean up the broken glass. Once the maid was finished cleaning and left the room, Whitney and I then decided that we were going to carry the vanity out to the hotel's trash on our own, when two male guests saw that we were struggling and were nice enough to carry it to elevator and down to the hotel's garbage for us. When they came back they carried the vanity from the room they were staying in, since they didn't need it anyway, for me to have until I brought myself a new one. I had the sudden urge to lure them into my bed and use their blood as my next meal, but I knew I couldn't do that in front of Whitney, so instead I decide to tip them to thank them for their generosity.

When we were finally alone, Whitney helped me put all the things from my old vanity back onto my new one. Now I was finally ready to continue right where I left off with Whitney, so I leaned in and began to kiss her again, but before I could take off her dress or anything like that, Whitney suddenly broke away from the kiss and pushed me away.

"Elizabeth, I don't want to do this now." Whitney said.

"Why, what's changed your mind, Sweetheart?" I asked sounding very shocked at her sudden withdrawal from me. "You didn't feel the same way when you entered this room. You're not worried about the press or you husband again, are you. I thought I told you, they're never going to find out about us."

"No, not at all," She replied nervously. "I just would like to take a break from this today and we could pick it up where we left some other day."

"What do you mean honey?" I asked. "We didn't even start."

"I know, but I rather we talk and get to know each other as people, instead of just the way our bodies look, especially since we haven't been in each other's lives for over twenty years."

I knew she was nervous about something. I could tell by the look on her pretty face that something was bothering her and I would like to know what it is. I was definitely able to sense that this sudden nervousness had nothing to do with me or our relationship, but something she doesn't want me to know ,so obviously she is changing the subject before I could even ask her what's wrong, but I decided to play along anyway and hopefully throughout out this conversation she might slip and tell me what's bothering her.

"Ok," I said as Whitney and I both sat down on the bed. "What do you want to know about me? You already know where I grew up, why I came to L.A. What more is there to know?"

"Like, why do you still look like you're in twenties when you're actually forty-three?

I knew that I going to have to tell her the truth about me sooner or later. I just didn't know how I was going to do so. I am really afraid about how Whitney, such a beautiful creature, would feel when she discovers that I am not the beautiful goddess she thinks I am and she might view me as a hideous beast. Would she be frightened of me or would she be so disgusted by that she would never want to see me again?

"Alright, it's time you knew." I finally had the courage to say, though the way I came about saying sounded very abrupt and nervous like.

"Go on." She replied wanting to know more.

"Do you remember those silent film stars, Rudolph Valentino, who supposedly died, and his wife Natacha Rambova, who had dropped off the face of this earth about two decades ago?"

"Why, yes I would go see pictures with them it, all the time."

"I knew them," I confessed. "I meet Rudy on the set of one of his movies that I was an extra in."

"Oh really, was he more handsome in person then he was in the pictures?" Whitney asked with a huge smile.

"Yes, that and much more," I answered with a little chuckle. "Anyway, one day after Rudy finished filming a scene, the director handed me a note, which Rudy had given him. It turned out to be an invitation to his house for dinner later that night and he included his address inside. I then ended up going to his house later that night and we ate dinner and got to know each other better. I then was able to figure that I felt total attraction towards and I think he was start to feel the same way about me too. After dinner, Rudy put on his record player and he and I ended up tangoing together. We were having a good time too, that is until Natacha showed up."

"What did she do?" Whitney anxiously asked.

"At first, she acted like she didn't want me there which absolutely made sense because she was his wife. Then after that Rudy told her to play nice with me and Natacha ended up tangoing with me as well. Rudy ended up joining the both us and both he and Natacha ended up take turns dancing with me individually as well as kissing me. Then one thing lead to another and I had sex with both of them! I figured the only way for me to have Rudy, was to put up with Natacha, for his sake only, of course. I continued on seeing them for about a year. On the opening night celebration of the Hotel Cortez, when I meet the owner and my future husband James March, someone at the party held up a newspaper stating that Rudy had died. I was beyond devastated and ran to a hallway window that happened to be open and I climbed on top of it. I would have jumped out of it and would have been dead on the ground, if James hadn't snuck behind me and rescued me. In less then two months, James and I got married, just so I could fill the void of losing Rudy. For about three months since Rudy's death, I would place a red rose on his tombstone nearly every day. One day, while I was putting a rose on his tombstone, I saw Natacha, whom haven't seen nor spoken to since Rudy's death and she wasn't the only person I saw in the tomb that day. I saw Rudy, alive and well."

"What did he do, faked his own death?" Whitney asked with a confused expression on her face. "Why would he do that, to his wife, his fans, to you?"

"Yes he did fake his own death. He had his stunt double die in his place," I added. "But, his reasoning was beyond comprehension. When Rudy was on a tour national tour for a movie, to see fans, He meet the mysterious German director, F.W. Murnau, who had discovered a group of blood sucking creatures, before he had directed his film Nosferatu. He himself was one of those creatures and he vowed that he would give Rudy a immortal life as long as he gave up his career on the silver screen. He accepted what Murnau had to offer and Murnau ended up turning him. That's why he ended up faking his own death. He then turned Natacha. After telling me this story, Rudy had decided that he wanted me forever as well and that's when both him and Natacha turned me. He then told me to meet him and Natacha at the train station the next night and we would go away together, where ever our little hearts desired. Except, that never happened" My eyes then began to water up and a tear fell down one of my cheeks. " I ended up waiting at the train station for hours and both Rudy and Natacha never showed up. I figured that Rudy changed his mind and that he had decided to spend the rest of his immortal life with just Natacha and not me. I have never loved anyone as much as I loved him. But, that is when I realized whatever the reasoning was for him and Natacha not showing up, I figured that I would never see his handsome face again. So I ended up going back to James, his large sum of money, and the Cortez because had nothing else of importance in my life anymore." My tears then came to a cease.

"This absurd!" Whitney exclaimed shaking her head laughing after I had finished my story. "So you're a_."

"Vampire, is that what you were going to say?" I asked as she nodded in terror. "Actually, the proper term for my kind is called the afflicted, but yes. You see my kind is totally different from those blood sucking creatures you would see in the movies. Usually, the way one obtains the virus is when a human sucks the affiliate's blood, not the other way around."

"You're insane!" Whitney said in a raised voice. "Only such creatures exist in books or movies."

"I thought, so myself," I expressed to her in a honest manner. "But, that's not the case and living proof of it is sitting right next to you."

"Okay, this too out of hand!" Whitney said as she got up from the bed and grabbed her purse. "Elizabeth, I think you need to get some serious help." She then began to head for the door and she would have walked out of it too, if I hadn't pleaded to her, "Whitney, don't go, I am telling the truth, please believe me! I'll even prove it to you!"

"Ok, but need proof!" She turned around and said in raised tone sounding a bit skeptical.

"Thank You!" I said smiling as I rose from the bed.

I was going to prove it to her it to her alright! I know she may not feel the same way about me right now, but I love Whitney and I didn't want her out of my life, especially since I had just got her back in it. To prove it to her, I decided to take Whitney down to the third floor to the room of a guest, who has been nothing but an asshole to one of our waiters, when ever he would order room service. I really hate when my employees get treated poorly, so I decided that I what teach him a lesson by killing him and making him my lunch (also because I didn't feel engaging in sexual activities with a man, in front of Whitney, in order to prove it to her). I knocked on this man's door while Whitney hid down the hall (I didn't want him to realize that she was with me because she is a famous Hollywood star and may get shift his attention from me to her). He opened the door with a huge grin on his face at the sight of me.

"Hello, Chickadee," He said in a flirtatious way. "At what do I owe the pleasure."

"How about learning some manners!" I said as I took out my switch blade, which is what I use to kill all my blood victims, and I slit his throat with it.

His body then fell sideways on the hallway floor. Whitney, still down the hall, just stood there in complete shock. I then knelt down and began to suck out the blood from his neck. Once I was done, I looked up at Whitney and then stood up.

"So, it's true then," Whitney said with the shocked expression still on her face, while she took deep breathes. "You really are, what you said you are."

"Yes," I replied in whisper. "Yes, I am."