The sun shone brightly on my face blinding me. I covered my eyes with my hand. Rays of light came through. I closed my eyes again to block out the light. I never noticed how bright the sun could be. I turned to my side. So it wasn't just a dream it was all real. I still can't believe it.

I'm alive.

I turned to my other side, resting my head on my hands. I looked out over the green hill and over to the other people sleeping deep down on the ground. I was one of them before cold, motionless, dead. I never knew that I would get out of that empty world. Alone in that horrible darkness. It scares me every time I think about it.

I sat up, I looked to my left to check if he was still there. Yes, he still is. Those unforgettable features of those handsomely chiselled body. That pale skin under the long sleeved top, the dark blue colour suited his complexion. The dark spiky hair that seems to be everywhere. I imagined him with his eyes open, a light green colour, an ocean green.

I remembered when he came to me, he had rescued me from that lonely place. His voice came from somewhere calling out to me, telling me to wake up. At first I didn't understand, I was already awake, I was walking around in a place of nothingness. His voice was like an angel's a heavenly voice, not even a singer can beat. He had called out to me again to open my eyes. I was confused, I already had my eyes wide open.

I called out "Who are you?" in thin air. He didn't answer me. I was scared and glad at the same time. Scared because I didn't know what was going on and glad because someone was with me, someone to spend eternity with.

He had kept saying "Open your eyes" all the time. I still didn't understand what he was saying until I felt something brush my cheek. I jumped back in fright. I thought that maybe that voice was actually a ghost but wouldn't I be able to see him? Seeming that I am one of them now.

I was calling out to my unseen ghost friend when I felt something or someone hold my hand. I lifted it up to eye level observing it. I can feel that a hand was holding mine but I couldn't see it. I stretched and waved my hand but that feeling of being held was still there. Again, something brushed my left cheek again, brushing it lightly. Again and again.

But how weird and scary it may seem, the hand in mine seems to comfort me, my racing breathing had slowed down, slowly relaxing my every nerve in my body. The voice spoke once again telling me to wake up. I closed my eyes just letting his wonderful voice fill my head. "Dawn" he said.

Slowly, I could feel my body become limp. I was falling down to the ground, I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't I had no control of my body now. My chest felt heavy and I had a terrible headache. It felt as if another déjà vu of my death. Falling down on the ground with bullets inside of me, killing me, ending my life.

Norwel, stirred beside me, turning his body, facing me. I looked at him, unmoving. I didn't want to wake him up, he was really tired. He told me how he got me (or my body) from the morgue in the hospital where my body was brought and he put my body in an old abandoned church. He laid me on stone floor awaiting for my wake. He was the one who was calling me and holding my hand. He didn't abandon me till I woke up. He said that I didn't wake up for a week, he thought he lost me that I was truly dead. He told me it was a miracle seeing me open up my eyes.

That was when I thought I was dead. The sun behind him blinded me and it looked like Norwel was illuminating. I thought I was in Heaven, with an angel beside me, guiding me. The only thing that made me think I wasn't in Heaven was when I saw his eyes. Angels didn't have red eyes and this angel had long two sharp teeth protruding from his mouth. I sat up, keeping my eyes on him. Who is this guy? I had thought on that fateful moment. He kept his sweet smile on his face. I looked down on my hand and saw the one who was holding it. The hand attached to the wrist, from the wrist to the arm and up along, the arm was sure connected to his body.

Norwel slowly opened his eyes. His green pupils stood out among his face. I timidly smiled at him. I don't know if I should say "Good morning" to him or to wave at him. I still didn't know much about him. He said that he will be introducing himself to me when we have found our food.

He got up, stretching his arms up in the air. He held out his hand to me. I reached up unsurely touching his hand was still different to me. His hand was cold along with his body and also mine. This new life is a really big change for me. It seems like I was reborn, like a newborn baby I need to know everything from the very beginning and Norwel is going to teach me everything that I need to know.

I stood next to him watching the land before us. Tombstones stood out millions of miles before us. I could've been one of them but Norwel stopped that from happening. When we were inside the church, he told me how he turned me into someone like him. I will not accept calling myself a vampire. I don't want to be like those creatures that I have read in fictional books, feeding on innocent human blood, that is one of the things that I swore I would never do. He explained to me how a human can turn into a vampire. When the heart is still alive and beats blood around the body the human can be turned into the night creature that he is. Luckily for me, the bullet didn't hit my heart, one of my ribs had stopped the bullet from going any further. A slim chance, he said.

"Ready?" Norwel asked.

I nodded. "Ready."

We jumped over the high sharp fence like cats and gracefully landing on our feet. He smiled at me. I am ready for my new life, I won't waste the life that Norwel gave me. I will start over again, do what I haven't done in my past life. We walked side by side down the road, Norwel will teach me everything about my new life.