The first night.

It 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 carrying my lifeless body through the city during the hours between dawn and day, she set me down in my own bed, drew the curtains and waited 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 the next evening, she was there waiting patiently. Ashe, my Sire. My cousin.