Turned by neither Enemy, nor Foe, but by a Friend.
she was now Vampire 's fledgling.
Cursed in the throes of passion.
By a decision she alone chose, though,
of it's ramificatons, did not fully understand...
until now.
He fed on her innocence like a fiend, hungry, fullfilling His satiated desire, His need for Blood, Strength, Vigor.
As He did so, realizing what, or rather who, His victim was, He did the only thing possible in His eyes, for permanent death was not an option.
He bit His own wrist, releasing His own blood, and fed it to her, until her strength returned.
The Curse Was Done.
