"That is all that is left of my humanity, Clara. An image with less substance than a ghost." He seemed to be genuinely upset. "What are you then?" "A Tsal." He said it bitterly, as if it were a painful memory that he'd rather forget. "A Tsal," he said again, "nothing more than a slave." Most people think that vampires are ruthless blood-sucking creatures. I thought so too, before I became one. Now I'm not so sure. Now, I'm starting to believe what they tell me about their purpose. This is my life, and First Death. Read on, and know that what I transcribe is the truth as it happened to me. My name was Clara. Now it is Klarae. Call me either one, I am beyond caring.