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I am a vampire。 Blood does not bother me。 I like blood。 Even seeing my own blood does not frighten me。 But what my blood can do to others…to the whole world for that matter…terrifies me。 Once God made me take a vow to create no more vampires。 Once I believed in God。 But my belief； like my vow； has been shattered too many times in my long life。 I am Alisa Perne； the now…forgotten Sita； child of a demon。 I am the oldest living creature on earth。
I awake in a living room smelling of death。 I watch as my blood trickles through a thin plastic tube into the arm of Special Agent Joel Drake； FBI。 He now lives as a vampire instead of the human being he was when he closed his eyes。 I have broken my promise to Lord Krishna…Joel did not ask me to make him a vampire。 Indeed； he told me not to； to let him die in peace。 But I did not listen。 Therefore； Krishna's protection； his grace； no longer applies to me。 Perhaps it is good。 Perhaps I will die soon。 Perhaps not。
I do not die easily。
I remove the tubing from my arm and stand。 At my feet lies the body of Mrs。 Fender； mother of Eddie Fender； who also lies dead； in a freezer at the end of the hall。 Eddie had been a vampire； a very powerful one； before I cut off his head。 I step over his mother's body to search for a clock。 Somehow； fighting the forces of darkness； I have misplaced my watch。 A clock ticks in the kitchen above the stove。 Ten minutes to twelve。 It is dark outside。
I have been unconscious for almost twenty…four hours。
Joel will awaken soon； I know； and then we must go。 But I do not wish to leave the evidence of my struggle with Eddie for the FBI to examine。 Having seen how Eddie stole and used the blood of my creator； Yaksha； I know I must vaporize this sick house。 My sense of smell is acute； as is my hearing。 The pump that cools the large freezer in the back is not electric but powered by gasoline。 I smell large amounts of fuel on the back porch。 After I toss the gasoline all over the house； and wake Joel； I will strike a match。 Fire pleases me； although it has the power to destroy me。 Had I not been a vampire； I might have bee a pyromaniac。
The gasoline is stored in two twenty…gallon steel tanks。 Because I have the strength of many men； I have no trouble lifting them both at once。 Yet even I am surprised by how light they feel。 Before I passed out； I was like Joel； on the verge of death。 Now I am stronger than I can ever remember being。 There is a reason。 Yaksha gave me what blood he had left in his veins before I buried him in the sea。 He gave me his power； and I never realized how great it was until this moment。 It is a wonder I was able to defeat Eddie； who also drank from Yaksha。 Perhaps Krishna came to my aid； one last time。
I take the drums into the living room。 From the freezer； I remove Eddie's body； severed head； and even the hard blood on the freezer floor。 I pick them all up and place them on my living room barbecue。 Next I begin to break up the couch and tables into easy…to…burn pieces。 The noise causes Joel to stir but he does not waken。 Newborn vampires sleep deep and wake up hungry。 I wonder if Joel will be like my beloved Ray； reluctant to drink from the living。 I hope not。 I loved Ray above all things； but as a vampire； he was a pain in the ass。
I think of Ray。
He has been dead less than two days。
〃My love；〃 I whisper。 〃My sorrow。〃
There is no time for grief； there never is。 There is no time for joy； I think bitterly。 Only for life； pain； death。 God did not plan this creation。 It was a joke to him； a dream。 Once； in a dream； Krishna told me many secrets。 But he may have lied to me。 It would have been like him。
I am almost done throwing the fuel around and tearing up the house when I hear the sound of approaching cars。 There are no sirens but I know these are police cruisers。 Police drive differently from normal people； worse actually。 They drive faster and the officers in these squad cars are anxious to get here。 I have incredibly sensitive hearing…I count at least twenty vehicles。 What brings them here？
I glance at Joel。
〃Are they ing for Eddie？〃 I ask him。 〃Or for me？ What did you tell your superiors？〃
But perhaps I am too quick to judge； too harsh。 Los Angeles has seen many strange sights lately； many bodies killed by superhumans。 Perhaps Joel has not betrayed me； at least not intentionally。 Perhaps I have betrayed myself。 I have gotten sloppy in my old age。 I hurry to Joel's side and shake him roughly。
〃Wake up；〃 I say。 〃We have to get out of here。〃
He opens his drowsy eyes。 〃You look different；〃 he whispers。
〃Your eyes are different。〃
Realization crosses his face。 〃Did you change me？〃
〃Yes。〃
He swallows weakly。 〃Am I still human？〃
I sigh。 〃You're a vampire。〃
〃Sita。〃
I put a finger to his lips。 〃Later。 We must leave here quickly。 Many cops are ing。〃 I pull him to his feet and he groans。 〃You will feel stronger in a few minutes。 Stronger than you have ever felt before。〃
I find a Bic lighter in the kitchen； and we head for the front door。 But before we can reach it I hear three cruisers skid to a halt outside。 We hurry to the back； but the situation is the same。 Cops； weapons drawn； have jumped out of their cars with whirling blue and red lights cutting paths in the night sky。 More vehicles appear； armored monstrosities with SWAT teams inside。 Searchlights flash on and light up the house。 We are surrounded。 I do not do well in such situations； or else； one might say； I do very well…for a vampire。 What I mean is； being trapped brings out my most vicious side。 I push aside my recently acquired revulsion for violence。 Once； in the Middle Ages； surrounded by an angry mob； I killed over a hundred men and women。
Of course； they didn't have guns。
A bullet in the head could probably kill me； I think。
〃Am I really a vampire？〃 Joel asks； still trying to catch up with reality。
〃You're not an FBI agent anymore；〃 I mutter。
He shakes himself as he straightens up。 〃But I am。 Or at least they think I am。 Let me talk to them。〃
〃Wait。〃 I stop him； thinking。 〃I can't have them examine Eddie's remains。 I don't trust what will happen to his blood。 I don't trust what his blood can still do。 I must destroy it； and to do that I must burn down this house。〃
Outside； through a bullhorn； a gruff…voiced man calls for us to e out with our hands in the air。 Such an unimaginative way of asking us to surrender。
Joel knew what Eddie had been capable of。 〃I was wondering why everything smelled like gasoline；〃 he remarks。 〃You light the place on fire…I have no problem with that。 But then what are you going to do？ You can't fight this army。〃
〃Can't I？〃 I peer out the front window and raise my eyes to the rhythmic thrumming in the sky。 They have a helicopter。 Why？ All to catch the feared serial killer？ Yes； such a beast would demand heavy forces。 Yet I sense a curious undercurrent in the assembled men and women。 It reminds me of when Slim； Yalcsha's assassin； came looking for me。 Slim's people had been warned that I was not normal。 As a result； I barely escaped。 In the same way； these people know that there is something unusual about me。
I can almost read their thoughts。
This strikes me as strange。
I have always been able to sense emotions。 Now； can I read thoughts； too？
What power has Yaksha's blood given me？
〃Alisa；〃 Joel says； calling me by my modern name。 〃Even you cannot break free of this circle。〃 He notices I'm lost in thought。 〃Alisa？〃
〃They think there is a monster in here；〃 I whisper。 〃I hear their minds。〃 I grip Joel。 〃What did you tell them about me？〃
He shakes his head。 〃Some things。〃
〃Did you tell them I was powerful？ Fast？〃
He hesitates； then sighs。 〃I told them too much。 But they don't know you're a vampire。〃 He； too； peers through the curtains。 〃They were getting suspicious about how the others died； torn to pieces。 They had my file on Eddie Fender； including where his mother lived。 They must have tracked us here that way。〃
I shake my head。 〃I cannot surrender。 It is against my nature。〃
He takes my hands。 〃You can't fight them all。 You'll die。〃
I have to sm
