Sitting in her small room, staff quarters in the women's ward, Grace brushes her long golden hair; waves are pulled straight and then spring back from being in a tight braid all day.
Letting her mind wander, she recalls sitting in front of an open fire at her parents house, warm and comforting, but always a fear that they would be hunted.
Vampires were not a strange occurrence, but they were feared and many villagers didn't trust them. Once the taste of flesh was made, a vampire could lapse into uncontrollable blood lust if other measures were not taken.
Grace had never given into the impulses, unlike her sister Stella; in that case it was self-defense, from years of enduring the lust of their older brother. Grace didn't fault her sibling for her actions, but it changed their lives forever.
The villagers would have tried to kill Grace, but the greater danger was their own parents, so they fled, and eventually befriended Jack and Norman... a blessing and a curse.
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