It is an empty building with one door for in and out with square gray cement flooring and a little bit of particles of sand in between the lines of the floor. A couch in the center where Dawn is seated with her legs crossed, wearing low-rise skinny jeans that stop at her ankles, open-toe sandals, and a strapless, halter top with her hair hanging to her back. Writing in a journal with a black pen, but what...?
Why is it, my love, as we were intimate with each other, that I passed out and when I awoke? You were gone. What happened to you? Why have you left me all alone?
What have I become?
Other guys with fangs appeared in my life for my blood and why. Why is my life so important, and why do I lose?
Their Master revealed to me that my parents were not what they pretended to be, and he discovered that the man he thought to be was not who he was. What the hell happened?
I realized who I was and who the Master was to me when he pulled the hooded cloak off his head, revealing his face, but it was too late. Why? We had a connection long ago. It saddened me.