I looked eagerly at my future, not understanding why the dreams were so vivid and real, so colorful; and what is most concerning is why I could actually smell and taste the blood, which caused my parched and dry throat to contract with painful thirst. In the midst of this unbearable thirst, was there in my head a powerful voice, a faint illumination, as if connected by cameras, which provided no image? I woke up from the dream; drenched in sweat and my hands were shaking. I knew it was time to leave and go home. I continued to lie on the ground, reluctant to move. Remembering the myths and legends of the undead; I never dreamed they were real. How many myths were actually based in reality? I needed answers to questions I hadn't thought about before. More importantly, why hadn't LeBeck completed my transformation. Why had he left me close to death, but not close enough to life to be human? Why had he taken just enough of my blood to sustain himself, letting his poisonous venom change me forever? I frantically tried to understand the changes my body had undergone; and to understand the unbearable thirst. I was vaguely aware of the strength and speed, but I had no idea that I would never age again. I was frozen in time and would stay there for twenty-five years forever. All the abnormal changes I had undergone were not easily revealed to me and would remain a mystery, producing their effects in the very near future and radically changing my life. I knew I had to find Randall LeBeck and find his connection to my present. situation. I needed answers, and I knew only he could provide them. Noticing the priest casting a doubtful look in my direction and seeing him making every effort not to look at me; and with a major problem...... middle of paper...... thinking about her. I haven't had such intense feelings for any woman since Cynthia. Knowing that it was actually way too early to think that I might be in love with her; More importantly, I didn't even know his name. Laying back against the seat, I made plans for the evening ahead---considering my next move. I was too sure I would find the answers. However, could I accept what I could find? I would anxiously search for the infamous Randall LeBeck; and discover its role in the changes that have occurred in my existence. I positively and internally desired to control the urge to kill and injure innocent people. After a while, I began to develop feelings of remorse for the young man whose life I had taken. Vowing not to kill again, I immediately began developing a plan that would allow me to exist without harming humans...