I plunge into depths of memory, of depression, of loneliness. None of the others need company, none of the others need anything but blood. Occasionally, an accident brings about another, like me. I should be dead, really dead, not trapped in this in-between, monstrous, ravening state. I want to either live or die.
Deeper sleep comes, more hell, more separation.
I was never one for fitting in, anyway. I am the only one of my kind who needs another. I was never good at being human, and I make a lousy vampire. I hate to kill to continue my miserable existence. I hate sleeping through the day.