I must have been born at night because it is what I love. I love the stars, the moon, the coolness and darkness. Do not get me wrong I do not disparage the day for it has its own appeals but night… It doesn't matter what weather it is. Dry, warm, cold, rainy or snowy I love it all. But I think I must have been born in a monsoon because I love rainy days and nights best. I feel I am a restless soul also. I travel a great deal there is no place I feel I could adequately call 'home'.

But has much has I travel I have a distaste for cars. Everywhere I go I walk. Whether it is a large city or a small town. I know many would blame how I am on my parents. The fact that they are hippies and have wealth often infuriates others. They let me do what I want they do not care what it is. Or I suppose other would place large blame on my brother for 'corrupting' me. That also was untrue. They all just let me who I wanted. They never forced me to do anything I didn't want. They simply allowed me the ultimate freedom. The freedom to be me. I should stop babbling now I know. It is a beautiful night. The air seemed so much clearer here in Toronto. I have never really visited Canada before. I passed through on the train I took the time I visited Juneau. I breathed deep loving the freshness to the air has I wandered aimlessly around. I refused to visit suburbs in any town I visited. I always went to the downtown areas where things happened. By about 1 A.M. I began to really feel the cold.

Now has I walked along I searched for a place to find something to drink. Finally I found a small café. Has I went in I realized instantly it was what I called a gothic poet's café. I went over and ordered the special, which was a cappuccino, I had not come across before. I ordered and sat down at table. I shrugged off my long duster style trench coat and slung it over a chair. I sat down and listened to the music sipping my drink. I pricked my ears when I heard one of my favorite songs come on. It was 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie. Unconsciously I began to tap my foot to the engrossing beat. I closed my eyes and to see what weird visions flitted past my lids caused by the music. When the song ended I opened my eyes. Before the next song could began the quite chatter around the tables stopped. I looked up for the cause picking up my drink at the same time.

In the doorway of the café stood three men. They were tall muscular and all were blond. They seemed to survey room. I noticed what each of them wore. The one standing at the front of the trio had a darker blond hair than the other two and it fell in curls to his shoulders. He wore dark sunglasses and had on a white poet's shirt and skin tight leather pants with matching boots. The one to his right had long hair also but of a lighter shade. He too wore sunglasses. He had on a long black duster trench coat much like my own. He had on tight black jeans but appeared to have no shirt he also had on calf high boots. What ever happened to the no shirts no shoes no service rule? I found myself wondering. He had on a feral grin. The man to the left of the first had on a similar poet's shirt and black leather pants has the first. He too wore large boots and sunglasses. I perceived him has being the most serious of the trio. I had grown skilled at reading people in my travels.

I took a sip of my drink and watched them. They looked right at me then and for some reason snorted. I have learned to do a certain snort over the years that show incredulity and humor. Unfortunately once I did I began to choke. I began to cough and came close to choking. What made my choking worse the intense urge I felt to laugh. I knew my coughing fit had drawn attention to me. Still coughing I got up grabbed my coat and drink and staggered out past them. I walked a few paces until I was sure I was well past the café before releasing all the built up laughter. People walking past me gave me odd looks. Once the fit was over I took another sip of my cappuccino. I threw it away after that. I craved something stronger now.

I got up and straightened out my clothing. I was wearing a black velvet poet's shirt and dark jeans. I put my coat back on and began to walk again fully composed now. I walked until I came to a liquor store. I walked in and bought a bottle of no doubt cheap and poor wine and a bottle of vodka. I put the wine in my bag and opened the vodka. I took a quick chug and went back to my wandering. Has I walked through one of the poorer parts of town a woman jumped out at me. She pointed one of her crooked fingers at me. "You! Beware the ones with beautiful faces and sweet words." I brushed past her paying no mind. Has I walked away I heard her scream. "They wish only to make you like them!! Listen to my warning!!" I paid her no mind. Soothsayers were a dime a dozen and rarely right. Besides what beautiful faces had I come across lately? The three men from the café flashed across my mind.

When dawn began to show I made my way back to the Motel I was staying at. I opened the door and set down my coat and bag. I went to the bed and flopped down. I didn't bother to change. Why should I? I would not be going anywhere until the next night. I flipped over onto my side curled up and closed my eyes. My sleep was restless that night plagued by unusual visions. Several times I awoke sweaty an     d breathing hard. I knew no reason for it so eventually I gave up my attempt at sleep. I got up stretched and walked into the bathroom. I turned the shower on hot and washed myself until I felt clean. I turned off the shower and wrapped a robe around myself. I sat down in one of the chairs in the room. I stared out the window of the apartment aimlessly thinking of things.

I must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I remember was hear a loud clang. I jumped awake and looked around. It was dark out and I looked around disoriented. I checked the clock by the bed and saw that it was nearly midnight. I stood up and stretched. I could feel that my muscles were slightly stiff for sleeping in the chair. I went over to the mirror and studied my face. I had never been known has a 'bombshell' but I was not unattractive. I took up my brush and began to run it through my waist length jet-black hair. When I had it brushed to my satisfaction I began to put it into a long French braid. I took the robe off and got dressed. For some reason tonight I felt dressy.

I took out a long black and red dress and slipped into it. I pulled on a pair of black nylons and then a pair of boots with buckles on them. I grabbed my coat and bag and let the apartment. I walked again the night but at about 1 I found myself back at the café from the previous night. I went again and did a quick a survey of the room. The trio from last night was not there. I don't know if I was looking for them specifically or just making a note. I sat down in a corner table. I didn't order anything to drink this time. I let my gaze flit around the café taking in all the occupants. My eyes went back to the door and stayed there.

People came and left through the night. I began to feel impatient and was about to leave when they came in. They were dressed pretty much has they had been the night before. I watched them has they scanned the room and their eyes seemed to stop on me. I watched them had they made their way to my table. I could feel my pulse begin to race.

"May we sit down?" It was the first one that spoke. I nod my head trying not to let anything show through. I do not know how successful I was. They pulled up chairs and sat around the table. "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Gangrel. The man to my right is known has Edge and to my left is his brother Christian. Now since we have given you our names would you be kind enough to give us yours?" I smile. I have used many aliases in my travels but or some reason today I feel truthful so I tell them my name. "My name is Raven Alexandra." "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." It was the one called Edge who spoke. He took my hand and kissed it. The one called Christian did not speak.

When I looked over at him I saw he had a lit a cigarette. His companions noticed too. The one who had said his name was Gangrel reached over and slapped Christian lightly on his arm. "Christian you do not smoke in the presence of a lady." I laughed at that. I reached over and took Christian's cigarette from his hand. I took a long puff of it and blew it out in his face. "Filter cigarettes Christian? I would have thought you were more adventurous." I put the cigarette in the ashtray. I reach into my bag and pull out a cigar and a lighter. I light it and take a long drag. I do not smoke regularly. Only to calm me nerves on occasions Indeed I have done every drug out there. My parent's had let me do acid when I was six and my brother had given me pot when I was 10. I had never gone in for drugs a great deal. The only major type of stimulant I did was alcohol.

The time while I sat there with them became hazy. At about 2:30 I left the café with them. We walked along I guess we were talking about something. We turned into an alley. After we had walked inside it a little I felt someone grab my arms. Instinctively I struggled against the hold. I could not break the hold. "Calm yourself Raven it is just beginning." I knew it was Gangrel's voice I heard. I did not have a chance to wonder over his meaning because has soon has he finished I felt a sharp in my neck and at both of my wrists. I gasped has the pain grew greater and everything began to go black.

I don't know at what point I awoke or where I was. I could tell I was in motel room but this one was more rundown than the one I was staying in. My body felt sore and I tried to push myself up. "So you finally woke up little Raven." I tried to move my head but it hurt and I was tired. I felt two sets of hands on my arms and they lifted me up so that I was sitting. I looked around and saw that Edge and Christian had lifted me up. They walked back to where I saw Gangrel sitting. "What's going on?" My voice was hoarse and rasping. I saw him smile. "It is simple dear Raven. You are now a vampire." At his words my head started to spin. Vampires were impossible. That is what the logical part of my brain screamed. I wanted to ask how but I couldn't get it beyond my throat. My throat felt so rough and dry. I also felt new sharp teeth in my mouth. I do not know if Gangrel noticed or not. He calmly went on "Edge Christian and myself combined our blood and fed it to you.

All three of us are your sires. You Raven are o be our companion. We have waited centuries for the right one. And you are it." I tried to say something and he laughed. "Yes you feel the thirst don't you? Dear Raven there is one more thing that must done before you can fully become our companion through eternity." I saw him motion to Edge who stalked over to the bed. He shrugged his duster off and threw it onto a chair. I could see that he had an expansive and smooth muscular chest. He sat down on the bed and I watched him remove his boots. I saw him look up at me and I could feel his eyes burning mine. He slithered up the bed towards me. Slither was the only way to describe it. His eyes never left mine. I felt him reach out a hand and caress my face. He leaned forward and I felt his lips on mine. We kissed and it grew more thorough. I opened my mouth to him and felt his tongue enter mine. He ran his tongue around my mouth and pulled my tongue into his and sucked it.

While he did this I felt his hands go to my chest and massage my breasts. He pushed me so that I was lying on the bed. I could feel his eyes burning through my clothing. He put his hand on stomach and rubbed it lightly. His hand went down to the bottom of my skirt and began to push it up running his fingers over my leg. His fingers felt fiery on my leg. He continued up until his fingers found my clit. He began to rub it softly at first but then he got rougher. My breath got ragged and I began to whimper. The next thing I knew Edge was straddling my hips and I felt him rip my dress open. I felt him kiss me again rougher and harder this time. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and I felt him slip out of his pants. I kissed him harder thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

I felt his arms go around my waist and he lifted me up and thrust into me. I broke the kiss and moaned. Edge began to thrust into me. Each time he pumped into me it was harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm coming hard. I sank my nails into his shoulders and he began to grunt with each thrust. As I felt my orgasm getting closer I leaned into him began to suck his neck. Before I knew what else I was doing I had bit into his neck and was sucking the blood from the wound. The feeling of the blood flowing down my throat made me cum hard and I could hear Edge groan. We collapsed back onto the bed. I felt exhausted and before I went to sleep I looked past Edge and saw Gangrel and Christian sitting there smiling.

When I finally awoke again it was night. I don't know how long all this had been going on but I figured it had probably been going for a few days. No one would miss I know because there was no one who knew where I was. Or most likely anyone who would care enough to come for me. I rolled onto my side and took a deep breath. I felt stronger tonight then I had the night before. Edge was no longer on the bed has he had been when I fell asleep. I pushed myself and noticed that my 'sires' had washed me and dressed me while I slept. I looked down at what they have dressed me in. It's a long simple white cotton dress. I could feel that I wore nothing beneath it. Has I've stated I didn't feel has sore has I had last night. I did however feel slightly battered still from Edge.

I looked around the room. It was defiantly shabbier than the one I had stayed. Had? Was it all really over with? My mind started to spin at the thoughts that pounded through it nonstop. I finally slumped back down onto the bed. I must have lain there for only a moment before the door opened. I managed to push myself back up and watched them file back into the room. "Feel better today lovely Raven?" It was Edge who spoke. He wore a feral predatory grin. "Edge…" It was Gangrel evidently rebuking Edge. I pushed myself into a sitting position and watched has Gangrel and Edge sat down. Christian remained standing and walked over to the bed. He sat down on a far corner and I knew he was slipping off his boots. When he was done He got up and walked around to me. He sat down and reached out his hands to brush a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers trailed down my neck and cupped one of my breasts softly.

He rubbed his thumb over the nipple slowly. I stared at him but he wouldn't meet my gaze. I leaned over and kissed him. It was only the lips and I quickly began to work my way down to his neck and I began to undo the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off. I licked and sucked my way down his neck to his chest. Before I could any farther he pushed me back and shook his head. I watched him has he reached down and gently pulled up the dress they had given me to wear. When it was off he stared at me for a moment. He then reached and lightly ran his hands down my shoulders to my chest where he cupped my breast has his lips began to follow his hands. I moaned softly when I felt began to suck at my breast. His hand went down to my clit and rubbed it gently for a moment before he gently thrust a finger inside. I began to whimper has I felt him move his finger in and out.

Finally he removed his hand and looked at me. His eyes burned and he very gently laid me back onto the bed. I closed my eyes and waited. He gently thrust into me. Edge had been rough and fast but Christian was slow. He didn't rush and at times I felt like I would go crazy. He slowly began to speed up his pace and I welcomed it. Has he got faster he kissed and his tongue explored the depths of my mouth. Has I felt myself getting closer I began to kiss his neck and then I bit. I felt his warm blood rush into my mouth and I climaxed then. I heard Christian groan and we lay there on the bed. I began to feel my eyes grow heavy.

"Wake up Raven." I opened my eyes and tried to sit up but I could feel someone restraining me. Sitting next to me on the bed with his firmly planted on my shoulders was Gangrel. I looked beyond and saw Christian and Edge He leaned over me "Relax you are almost ready." He kissed me then and it was open mouth. He made no preamble and I felt his tongue thrust into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and met hid tongue. His lips trailed down my neck to the neckline of the dress I was in. His hands went to the same spot and I heard and felt the dress rip. His nailed scraped down my breasts, across my ribs and down to my stomach. I felt him move so that he was straddling my hips. I watched has he removed his poet's shirt. I ran my hands over his broad chest and moved lower across his firm stomach. He grabbed my hands before I could go beyond there. He kissed my palms and began to work his way down my arm. He kissed me again has he entered me hard. His mouth swallowed my scream. He started moving in me fast but not hard at first. He'd withdraw almost entirely before moving back in I looked up and saw that he was watching my face.

My breath was rasping and he began to move harder. His eyes never left mine. I could feel my climax coming hard. When I felt I was just about to cum Gangrel lifted me. He moved me closer to his neck. "Drink…Raven…" I heard him pant. I didn't think about what he said I just sank my fangs into his neck. The taste of his blood and the feel of it flowing down my throat made me climax so hard it almost hurt. He laid me back down on the bed and brushed his lips over mine. "Sleep Raven. You are ready now." I saw him smile before I went to sleep. When I woke up next there was no one in the room. In fact has I looked around I saw that it was an entirely different than the one I had spent the past three nights in. I sat up and saw that there was a robe lain out at the end of the bed. I stood up and put it on. I was surprised by how strong I felt. I made my way over to a mirror and studied myself. I expected to see some great change in how I looked. But there wasn't one. My skin was the same it didn't seem any paler, my eyes were the same shade of ice gray they had always been.

There did seem to be a glow to them that had not been there before. I opened my mouth and saw a set of sharp fangs in them. I sighed and stretched. I walked around the room and found the bathroom. I went in and turned the shower on. I waited till steam began to shower then I got in. I stayed in the shower for awhile letting the water run over my muscles. I got out of the shower and toweled off. I pt the robe back on and walked back into the main room. I found no clothing in the room so I stayed in the robe. I sat down in a chair. For some reason I felt like avoiding beds. When the door opened I wasn't surprised. I watched them file in. Edge raked his eyes up and down my body and I saw him lick his lips. But he didn't say anything or make a move towards me. "I know you are wandering Raven what the past three days was about." I nodded at Gangrel's words. I was curious. I hadn't had much time to truly think about what had happened. "It is simple really. We have searched for centuries for a proper companion for ourselves.

When we saw you we knew you were the one. Has I have told you earlier we combined our blood and fed it to you to make you like us. To make you a vampire." For some reason that soothsayer's warning flashed through my mind. 'They wish only to make you like them.' "But that was not enough. We had to cement our bond to you. To do that we each had to take you on the days following your change." I know I should have felt anger and revulsion at them. They had just made me sound like whore. I fully expected to feel those things and feel revulsion towards myself. But I didn't feel that. What I felt was satiated. Interesting that I should feel that now of all times. Almost has soon has the thought came in I felt my throat start to go dry. I felt a deep thirst and hunger in me. It wasn't for food or drink. It was deep thirst for something I couldn't explain. "She's hungry Gangrel." It was Edge who spoke. Gangrel nodded. All three of them got up. It was Edge who continued to speak. "Get dressed Raven. We're going to take you out to hunt." I mention to him the lack of clothing in the room. He smiles again and motions to Christian who produces my suitcase from the motel I was staying in. They leave again and I lock the door. For a reasons beyond me I am slightly uncomfortable by their habit of coming and going with no warning. I picked up the suitcase and put it on the bed. It has all of my things in it.

Everything I've brought with me through out my travels. I search through it trying to find something that feels right to wear. I finally decided on a pair of black, white, and gray fatigues, a black tank top, and comb at style boots. I found my brush and ran it through my hair before pulling it into a ponytail. I sat down in the chair again and wait. Soon I hear a knocking on the door. I got up and opened it. Christian was standing there. He gestured toward outside and I followed him. When I stepped outside I was overwhelmed by the sensations. Everything seemed so much sharper and clearer. It was overwhelming and I began to get dizzy. I felt Christian's arms go around me. I slumped against him. "Shhh give it a minute." He whispered in my ear. After a few minutes it became less intense and I felt like I could move. "Let's go." He whispered again and released his hold on me. He began to walk away. He turned and gestured for me to follow. They say the first time is always the most memorable. In many ways this is true. You always remember the first time of something. Whether its sex or drugs or the first time you kill. I watched them the first time they took me out. I watched has they lured an unsuspecting victim from a crowd of others in a club.

She followed them, thinking perhaps they would be taking her back to their hotel room. I watched has they brought closer to me. Now it was up to me. I circled around behind her. She was beginning to get nervous and backed right into me. I put my hand over her mouth before she could scream. I leaned over and sank my fangs deep into the vein on her neck. The taste of feel of her blood was energetic. I realized that until I had only tasted their blood and no one else's. I drank from her and until I felt that thirst was satiated. I released my hold on her and she fell. I looked over at them and saw looks of pride on their faces. Odd I suppose to see looks of pride on their faces. I suppose in a way it was the look parents would give a child who had just taken its first steps. I think then I realized that in a way I was their child and they were the parents. Perhaps that was to be my role has their companion. A mixture of child and lover.

The rest of the night was a blur of events. Clubs, people, faces, the sea of humanity swam before me and I viewed with sort of the same dispassion I had before. But this time I didn't simply view it has regular humans walking past me. I found myself beginning to view them more like food, like cattle. They called themselves the Brood. With the Brood I felt more a belonging than I had had before. The next night we left Toronto the next night. I had the feeling of escaping something. Perhaps it was the night atmosphere that added the feeling of fleeing. We boarded a train but they wouldn't tell me where we were going until the train had pulled out of the station. We were going to Montreal next. It would take about two days to get there. I spent the time getting to know them better and learning more about my powers. They were a unique group from evidently different times and social strata.

THE END