With my mind buzzing, i looked eagerly to my only source of information. My maker.
“Where am i?” i asked. My tone reminded me that of a small child.
“On the outskirts of Paris.”
“Why am i here?”
“Your sister was being treated for pneumonia, it was very contagious and sadly, you were the only one in your house to survive the horrible disease.” Today i am aware that he lied to me, but i can see why he did it. Had i known at the time that his comrades had actually killed my family for food and sport and kept me alive at his request, I’m not sure i would have stayed. I know now how much that would have hurt him to lose me. I’m actually glad that he didn’t tell me the truth then. That said, i got around to the question that really had been nagging at me.
“Who are you?” The gorgeous stranger smiled warmly down at me.
“You may call me Nicco, my real name is Niccoli.”
“What are we, Nicco?” I asked. At this Nicco pulled me up and embraced me. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.
“Vampires, child. We are vampires…”