The first night

It’s was only later that I discovered what she was, and what I had become.

She had read my mind as she turned me, and discovered where I lived. After taking me to her limo (yes, she had her own limo) and instructing her driver to take me home, she followed close behind. Carrying me unseen to my room, she’d carefully set me down in my own bed, drawn the curtains and waited patiently for me to turn.

It took a while. She’d mentioned something later about the **** in my system slowing down the transformation. Maybe that was true, or maybe she hadn’t done it quite right. Turned out that I was the first person she had ever Embraced.

When I awoke, she was there waiting patiently. Victoire, my Sire.