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Chapter 1: The Awakening.
I awoke to chaos. The sweet source of blood, rent cruelly from
my hungry lips. As I opened my eyes, the air was filled with the screams
of the coven members and sounds of gun fire. Above me I saw a man. His
face was contorted in hate, a wooden stake poised over my heart, ready
to spill that ruby liquid that had just recently filled my soul with
ecstasy. I moved and the man found the stake in his own heart, gasping
away his last breath. I looked around and saw that most of my friends
and care takers dead or dying, the other coffins already being set to
the torch. I fled, I say this with heavy shame, for that was my only
thought at the time. Perhaps one of the others would have stayed and
fought to the end, but the fear was too much for me. I ran into the
surrounding woods like the devil was on my heels. I ran until I could
hear neither the screams of the others nor smell the rancid odor of
burning flesh.
I stopped to gather my breath and take in my surroundings. It
has been a year since the last festival of Samhein and I had not walked
the earth since the last feeding. The grove was no longer safe, as the
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