It was over. Micheal was being helped into Kidra's rooms. He was weak, his throat was torn out yet, he still lived. He could feel his body leaving. He tried to look at Montrose but he could barely make out his face.
"Where is she?" he whispered to him.
He could feel himself being lowered in to the bed where Kidra slept. It opened up to a coffin. What was waiting for him? All he wanted to do was protect Kidra. He didn't care what she looked like or what she was.... he loved her.
"Where is she?" he asked Montrose again.
"She is gone My Lord."
As his body was settled in the coffin, he could hear Montrose's voice.
"You will take her place now."
He didn't know what that meant. He couldn't understand.
However, there was one thing that Michael knew for sure;
Vampires exist. Kidra was dead. And he was now a vampire.
