Alma was now busy chatting with a group of lady vampires she just met. She was amazed learning that some were already two hundred years old while others just eighty, but they looked almost like teenagers, the older ones seemingly in their thirties.
Alma wondered how she would feel if she knew that her life would not end in just afew years. What if she decided to become a vampire like them,but it was too disgusting for her to imagine that she would have to feed on blood, something that she hadn't done her entire life or eventhought of taking.
It was towards eight at night and it seemed the festivities just began, with the kids already asleep. The group of three women sat around a high table as they chatted, Alma sipping her wine as the rest had their glasses of blood. She realised that they were just normal humans,but her image of Damien that night could not leave her mind, they were just monsters in human clothing.
