"I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead."

His eyes flickered open squinting in the unaccustomed sunlight. He started to rise but remained immobile. Panic began to set in. It was then that he noticed the girl slumped against the wall face ashen white. She glanced up at the ceiling and his eyes followed hers. He saw the skylight and his struggles became frantic. She was smiling now. "A trap. The bitch must have dosed herself up with ", he thought. those dammed odourless garlic capsules". As an old one garlic was usually no more than a minor irritant but she must have swallowed handfuls of the things.

He tried to change into his shadow form but the light was already too strong. Changing tack he locked eyes with the girl and felt his will become hers. She started to rise but slumped against the wall either dead or unconscious, he cared not which.

Suddenly a shaft of light speared down and headed towards his outstretched foot. He was reminded of James Bond and the laser in Goldfinger and his lips curled in a wry smile. It struck and his existence became a universe of pain as the sunlight burnt his body to ash.

His eyes opened blinking in the unaccustomed light. Slowly he stood up being careful in his new body weakened by blood loss. He was curious about how he would live as a woman. He would have to be very careful for the first few decades as he was barely more able than the newly sired. In fact it would be many months before he could even manifest his, no her, feeding teeth. The thought of feeding made him realise how hungry she was. Feeding on men would make life a lot easier she thought as she headed for the door.