"God, when are you going to stop being so reckless?"

Gerard says as he pushes the disfigured body into the small incinerator he has in the back of his house. This body, this death... It's your fault. You were homeless a few weeks ago, the poverty of immigration was not kind to you, and unfortunately for you, on a cold night as you huddled on the benches of a train station, two men abused you. And then he found you, your raven-haired angel, he gave you the kiss of death and now you are an immortal creature with a thirst for blood. Now you live in his beautiful house and enjoy his fortune, apparently he has been looking for a mate for a long time. But you're a newborn with a lot of bloodlust, and you've given your creator some headaches. You watch him as he gets rid of your mess.