It was early 1800s. You had met Vadim while out walking. You went for it and grew a close relationship with him. When you were soon to die, illed and not taken care of, he turned you so he could keep you forever.

Now, you sat in your apartment. 2012, New York. You lived with great riches, as you didn't need to spend money on food because you had humans to feast on and you managed to get a job as a model with the exception that you only came out at night.

You stood, looking out the big window. He came from behind you, sleepy from sleeping the day away. "Hello, my love," He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your hand gently. "My sweet, perfect darling..."