"My last sunrise," said the vampire. That morning I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise.

I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it. I remember the light came first to the tops of the French windows, a paling behind the lace curtains, and then a gleam growing brighter and brighter in patches among the leaves of the trees. Finally the sun came through the windows themselves and the lace lay in shawdows on the stone floor, and all over the form of my sister, who was still sleeping, shawdows of lace on the shawl over er shoulder and head. As soon as she was warm, she pushed the sawl away without awakening, and then the sun shone full on her eyes and she tightened her eyelids. Then it was gleaming on the table where she rested her head on her arms, and gleaming, blazing, in the water in the pitcher. And I could feel it on my hands on the counterpane and then on my face. I lay in the bed thinking about all the things the vampire had told me, and then it was that I said good-bye to the sunrise and went out to become a vampire.It was ....the last sunrise."