Flash Forward to the Present:

We all went inside and coffee was brewed. Once I held the cup in my hands I began my story from the very beginning. I found myself carefully editing out the parts of my story that might paint me in a bad light, mainly the deaths of those women I had fed from and lost control. I told them what they wanted to hear and I glossed over sketchy areas with an ease that surprised me. In the end they knew enough to see me as a victim of circumstance and I was okay with that. I held my breath and waited. The sun was...