When I wake up from my faint the first thing I notice is that I am comfortable. Something that I have not felt in a long time. A bed. A feather soft bed. Then I realize that this can't be my bed. My old bed burned with my childhood house 12 years ago, along with my parents. I become aware of something warm lying on top of me and sit up to find myself staring into the eyes of a very large snow leopard. It has red eyes. This is the first thing that goes through my head. Like that girl... that girl! I try to move but the cat won't move. It tilts its head at me curiously. Then it isn't a cat it's the girl from before sitting on my stomach. She climbs of the bed and stands there looking at me for a very long time.

"You look just like her."

"What?"

"What is your name?"

"Jay Jamesdotter."

"I suppose you want an explanation."

"Yeah alright then. But first I owe you an apology."

"What? For what?" She closes her eyes before blurting out.

"The man that hurt you. He was one of my guards and is not supposed to hurt people only scare them but he hurt you and I owe you an apology." As she says this I flash back to the burning pain and the red eyed man.

"Alright, no offense intended, but who or what are you and how on Earth am I still alive?"

"I am Emilia Bloodchild, the queen of vampires and you are not on earth anymore."

"You’re a queen? You look 17, like my age!"

"I’m a vampire, you seem to be forgetting that fact. Though I did stop aging at age 17 because I liked how I look now or then, sorry I’m confusing myself. Happens a lot when you’ve been around for thousands of years and never get older." I hold up a hand.

"Hold up. I am overloading with information. Let me get this straight. You are a vampire. You stopped aging at age 17 which is the reason you appear 17. You are a queen. You are thousands of years old. Is that all? Cause there is still some space left in the disbelief section of my brain." I say my voice dripping with sarcasm.