“That’s enough Ashley,” Madison quietly said to me.  Barely hearing her I continued to suck.  “ENOUGH!” She screamed and threw me against the wall of the dungeon.  I sprang up into a crouch position, my fangs flashing against my lips.  She hissed at me baring her long fangs, which made me cower against the damp dungeon wall.

“You will learn Ashley to control yourself, I will teach you.”

Later the next day I asked Madison how long had I been away from my family?

“You’ve been missing for two weeks.  Your family put up posters around town with your picture and a small reward asking for any information on your whereabouts.” 

I laughed, “my family did that?”  I wonder why since they didn’t give a fuck about me.  Then I thought of my beloved sister Kyla.  She made them do it.  The posters and the reward.  That is the only thing I regretted about being turned.  I would never see my sister again.

Unfortunately that statement would come back to bite me in the ass.

Madison taught me everything I needed to know to survive as a vampire.  Getting victims was not a problem for me.  Madison taught me how to use my eyes, my scent and my voice to lure my victims to me. 

The dilemma for me in the beginning was who should I chose as my victims, Madison had no problems taking whoever pleased her.  But I on the other hand decided only to take vagabonds, homeless people and thieves to satisfy my hunger.  Not that they didn’t deserve to live but choosing them meant less questions if they came up missing.   

After being together for a number of years, Madison and I had eventually parted ways. She told me I needed to be on my own but not in the same town.  This town was hers.  I needed to find my own territory to feed on.  So I left to wander through life alone, satisfying my hunger and lust but not my loneliness.  That is until I cross paths with my sister one evening. 

I had been gone from my hometown for ten years, finally deciding to go back home and settle down in a little town, near Baltimore. That’s where I found my sister.  She was working as a barmaid in a quaint little bistro called Ramos.  I was pleased to see that she was okay but I wondered why was she in the little town that I had settled down in and not living in Baltimore and why was she working and not married like my parents had tried to marry me off.  I had to talk to her, so I waited until the place closed down and everyone was gone but her.