Rhea kicked her horse into a gallop, urging the animal faster, for her life depended on it. She knew she’d been stupid to go out after dark in this area, but she herself had fed and was strong at the moment; little had she known how old and numerous the vampires in this area were.
Rhea herself was half and half; vampire father, human mother, with all of the strengths of a vampire and none of the weaknesses, a very rare breed. Most women who mated with the undead didn’t survive the encounter, let alone the birthing of a damphir child, but her foolish mother’d been in love with the vampire that impregnated her, and he’d pretended to feel the same in order to get his hands on a young damphir.
Luckily a vampire hunter had slain her father shortly after her mother’d recovered from childbirth, so Rhea’d been raised in a loving household. Then another, newly created vampire had killed her mother, enraging her to the point where she slayed the intruder, and decided to embark on a vampire slaying voyage.