The pain subsided after a last burn deep in my chest. I rolled onto my stomach and crawled up on my hands and knees effortlessly. I was alone in a dark room. I could feel something, power, surging through my veins and it felt incredible. I pondered where I was, but with this kind of strength, what did it matter?

The room was padded and there was a door on one end. It was big, steel, and bolted shut. I looked around noticing for the first time, if there were lights, they weren't on. Even though it was dark, there was nothing I couldn't see.

I went to the door and put my hand at it. Closing my hand it crinkled between my fingers like fabric. I ripped it aside and threw it in the room.

I wasn't sure which way to go but I started to hear screaming to my right so I ran the other way. The walls were all white wash and there were no pictures. I passed by a few doors like I one I had destroyed. Once I passed by a window and there were other people in there wearing the same thing I was. Now that I thought about it, I realized my night-gown, garment, thing, was hideous. Who lost their taste in anything decent and plagued us with it? All of this ran through my head at the same as I did, break-neck.

More people yelled and screamed at me to stop. I could smell everything about them, the scent of their shampoo, their cologne or perfume, the bead of sweat running down their face as they attempt to catch me, and most importantly, their blood. On the way out I took out three big bulky men and a few nurses before I had drunk my fill. There were still more that I killed, but why did I have need to drain them?

I reached the main area, some sort of office area and I could see the glass doors. On the other side was something now more precious to me than I could ever remember – freedom. It was almost dawn outside, the sun hardly beginning it's tour across the skyline. Staring at the outside, I slowed to a walk and looked at the empty street. I pressed my hand against the glass. At the same moment as I pressed my palm to it something new flashed across my eyes.

The was a small eatery. Sal's Diner the sign said. A flash and I could see the inside. From my point of view I could see myself sitting at a counter. I was wearing a pink dress, about the length of my knees. It was cute. There were some other people there, but what caught my attention was a man, about my age or a year older. He was pale as I was and had blond hair. He sat upright and he was alone. He had a pained look on his face. His eyes were bright red.

I saw myself rise from the seat and approach him. It was easy to see he was exactly like me.

The vision changed. Now there was him, and myself and another man, a few years older. The older man seemed a little taken aback but said "I guess that's decided then."

"Lovely." I replied. This time, the other boy's eyes and my own where a darker red, almost approaching the black color of the man with us.

I snapped back to the now. The vision was as vibrant as it had been a second ago, even though I usually lose them instantly. I liked this, remembering. I tried to push open the door, but it was locked. Behind me someone yelled for me to stop. I didn't care. I balled up my fist and smashed it at the glass. It shattered but I didn't even hit it that hard. At least, I didn't feel like it had been this hard.

I ran over the door, now scattered amongst the floor. I didn't know which way I was going yet, but it didn't matter. I had wind, and air, and freedom. It felt great.

My first order of business was to get out of these rags! The sun hadn't risen completely yet, so the streets were mostly still covered in evanescent darkness. It would be easy for me to find someone, anyone, with something decent and snatch them up.

To my luck as soon as the street began to be populated by more people of the more female persuasion, all the men having gone to work, I suppose, there was a group of young women standing by. Just minor flecks of sun reached them, so I knew they could barely see me, but they were plain as day to my eyes.

I attacked the girls, there were three, and I managed to move them out of the line of sight after killing them. It was so easy just to snap their pretty little necks. Two girls I drank their blood, the other I didn't care, my thirst now being sedated. One girl was wearing a short pink dress, the other two had slightly longer ones of a cream color. I knew that the pink one was the one I'd be wearing so I took that from her, as well as the shoes.

When I walked back into the main street the sun was ever slightly more prominent. It reached my skin and I glittered, sparkled, where it hit me. This would never do, I had to retreat back into the shadows. I couldn't attract that much attention to myself, because if I did, I'd go back to the place.

I waited and few people ever came near me. Those that did didn't leave with their lives. My thirst was coming on so fast, I would think that I had just barely gotten my fill, but I knew I was no longer thirsty at all when I finished someone. And yet, as soon as rigomortous had set in on the body, I was ready for the next person.

When night fell I went back to the main street. It bustled with activity and people. The neon lights shown bright as people in beautiful outfits walked past. I knew my task, the vision had shown me what to do, so I had to find that little restaurant.

Thankful there was no blood on me that might detract someone from answering me, I walked up to the nearest couple I could find.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a place called Sal's Diner. Do you know where it is?" The man I had chosen was dressed very fancy and the woman on his arm looked even more so. They both seemed instantly taken with me, more so the man.

"I, um, no, my dear. But perhaps..." He could hardly talk as we turned to the carriage that had led him out here and spoke to the driver. After a moment he turned back to me. "I believe that it would be down this street to 24th, so quite a ways, then to the left for about three miles. Do you need a carriage? You may use mine." The woman on his am looked a little shocked at his reaction and how quickly he spoke.

I smiled at him before replaying "That's awfully gracious of you, but I think I can make it there. Thank you."

With that, I let his eyes follow me as a ran, a lot slower than I was was previously, in the direction he had guided me. I sped up as I left his vision and kept gaining speed until I reached my turn. It was perhaps eight or nine miles to the place he had directed me to.

Sure enough before me was the exact diner I had seen in my vision. I went inside and took a seat. It was the exact same spot that I had seen myself in. Looking outside I took special note of the shade of the sky. It wouldn't be long until I met the person of my visions. Perhaps he would know what happened to me, perhaps not. All I knew was that he would fulfill this vision. I was sure of it.