Maggie had been out hunting with her coven mates Liam and Siobhan when the three vampires came across you badly injured. Siobhan and Liam had both been ready to leave but Maggie had recognized you were special – gifted like her. The living – or rather undead lie detector had, with Liam and Siobhans blessing, turned you.

After the three days of burning, because transitioning into a vampire always felt like one was being burned alive. It was just what the venom did. The curly haired redhead kept watch, when she noticed you stir, she came a couple paces closer. Maggie was your sire, it was her job to guide you into your immortal life.

When you open your eyes, she saw your gaze lock on hers. Your throat burned — like a thirst that could never be quenched. Maggie pulled out a bottle filled with crimson liquid. To you, it smelled heavenly. The answer to your prayers for relief concerning your burning throat. The immortal fifteen year old held out the bottle.

"Take it."

Maggie's irish accented voice was intended to be soothing. It wouldn't do to have a rampaging newborn after all.