The next couple weeks were harder than I had ever experienced, and that was including when I given birth to twins. Every night I woke up feeling more and more tired, and everything hurt. My eyes became more sensitive to light, and at one point I experienced the displeasure of bleeding from my tear ducts when my mom accidentally turned on the lights in my room one night, and from then on my sunglasses stayed on my night stand. To put it simply, the beginnings of being a vampire really sucked. Pun absolutely intended.

Though it wasn't as bad as it could have been. The support group was just that, very supportive. I got guidance on the do's and don'ts of being a vampire, I got my supply of guinea pigs (which is still totally gross), and I gained two very close friends. Dave had quickly gained a place on my speed dial, seeing as I called him for just about any questions I had, plus he was very empathetic when my symptoms were at their worst. Then there was Nina, who seemed ever curious about all the new technology that I brought to the group. We've even had girl's nights together, and she was extremely grateful when I gave her a make over. Though it was difficult to find make up and a hairstyle that suited her tiny self.

But it seemed we had lost the trail of my biter, getting no closer to finding out who had cursed me for all eternity. That is, until I got something in the mail that chilled me to the core, which was saying something since I had become a vampire. There was a flier for a club called "Soho Bar & Lounge", which seemed like an expensive and elegant place. But on the back there was a map showing where it was, but something had been added. A stamp of a set of fangs had been placed on another part of the map. And attached to the flier was a letter, which I will forever keep on my wall as memory of what would come:

Welcome to the Night,

We've received word that one of our people has blessed you with eternal life, and we would like to apologize for not being there to have assisted you though the beautiful transformation to an eternal walker. To make up for our inconsiderate actions, we invite you to join us in our celebration of our eternal existence. Attached is a flier with a map of where our lair is located. The fangs indicate where we are located. Feel free to bring one or two of your friends whom would like to walk along side you in the shadows, but don't forget this invitation.

We will be waiting for you, The Night Walkers

I probably sat on my bed, reading this letter 15 times before I finally processed what it said. Not only had I found out who had done this to me, but I knew where they were. I instantly picked up the phone and called the first person I thought of.

"Raquel, I'm kind of busy," Dave answered, sounds of someone in the background coming through the speaker.

"I found my biter," I said quickly, getting up to pace.

"You what?"

"I found my biter. They sent me a letter welcoming me to my 'blessed eternal life'. They even gave me a map as to where I can find them."

"You're kidding me. They contacted you?"

"That's what I just said! I have the letter in my hand and I have the map on the bed. We have to hold an emergency meeting, ASAP!"

"Whoa, slow down, Raquel. I doubt if they sent you a letter they'll be going anywhere anytime soon. We have time to wait for a few days to have a meeting."

"Dave, these people sound like their biting people is a blessing, like it's their duty to pass vampirism along like it's the word of god. Who knows how many people they've infected between when I was bitten and now! We have to have a meeting now."

Dave sighed and the person on the other side of the phone asked him a question, which he either ignored or signaled to answer. There was a moment where it was silent before he finally said something.

"I'll call Father and see what he thinks. He has the final say in what we do. I'll have him contact you." I sat down and ran my fingers through my hair. I would have thought Dave of all people would want to jump on this as badly as I did. What was he doing that was so distracting that he couldn't see the importance of this?

"Alright, fine. Get back to whatever you're doing that is so much more important than finding out who bit me," I said, raising my hand in defeat.

"Raquel, don't act like that," Dave didn't sound like he was loosing patience with me, or that he was even annoyed with how I was behaving, "You just caught me at a bad time. I know this is important, and I understand that it needs to be taken care of swiftly. That's why I'm going to contact Father Ramon now to let him know what's going on."

I felt a bit guilty by how patient and considerate he sounded when he told me this. I sighed and looked at the letter.

"I'm sorry. I just…"

"I know, Raquel. Now, I'm gonna hang up and call Father Ramon and have him call you. Okay?" I nodded, but realized he couldn't see it.

"Okay, Dave. Sorry for acting up."

"It's alright. I'll talk to you later," and with that he hung up. I looked at the pieces of paper on my bed and flopped back on the mattress. What was bothering me more; the fact that I didn't think Dave was taking me seriously or that he had priorities higher than me? Was I…?

"I am not jealous. I want to find out who these people are and set them straight," I told myself as I stared up at my ceiling. Though even now wonder… did I really believe myself?