I'm not a coward. I want to make this absolutely clear. But after my life turned into a horror movie, I take fear much more seriously. Just eight months ago, I finally became Dr. Carrie Ames. And then a vampire attacked me in the hospital morgue. I, as always, have no luck! So now I am a vampire myself and connected by blood ties with the monster who created me. This connection is like an invisible leash, and no matter what I do, I am still attached to it. And, of course, he is one of the most terrible vampires on earth. With my creator hell-bent on turning me into a soulless killer, and his nemesis bent on destroying me, it certainly couldn't get any worse... except that they were both attracted to me. Drinking blood, living as an immortal demon, being a pawn between two warring vampire factions... this was not at all how I imagined my future. But as my father used to say, the only way to overcome fear is to face it. That's exactly what I'm going to do. The fangs are already exposed.