Isabella screamed and sunk her fangs into Kristy’s neck. Numbness coursed through her body. Memories flooded her mind. Her mother, her father, Victor. Leo…

She remembered her first kill when she was eight and the smile on her father’s face as he explained how this one deer would feed the camp for days. She remembered his stern admonishments when she disrespected the hunt. She remembered hammering the makeshift wooden cross into the ground with a rock.

Not long now, she thought. I’ll be there soon, dad.

Leo’s face replaced her father’s. The first time they met in the library of his university. How he stumbled over his words when he asked her to dinner. The taste of strawberry ice cream on his lips the first time he kissed her. She remembered his proposal. On one knee near the ocean. She remembered their wedding day, him raising her veil and how happy she was. Tears streaked down her cheeks as the blood drained from her veins.