(1500years ago. In the year 520.)
Her world changed since then, not being able to walk in the sun, or eat food like an average human, not that she even recalled what it was like, to enjoy a well-cooked meal: just blood, and not just any blood but animals' blood.
She never left the mansion Richard brought her in. His brothers and sisters looked at her as a threat and treated her like a queen. Nothing felt right to her. Everything was strange. She could feel it, yet she felt safe. Everything she knew was what Richard told her. The memories she was trying so hard to forget only came to her in recurring nightmares and fragments.
...
In the depth of the night, a strong gust of cold wind shivered her in her sleep. She was trembling, fighting to wake up from her nightmare. Silent moans escaped her lips, and fear gripped her heart as she struggled.
