I wake in the dark. Where the hell am I? There is smooth silk on my cheek. The smell of timber and resin fills my nostrils. It can't be? I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the possibility but I can't deny the evidence of my senses any longer. I'm laid in a coffin, buried underground. My mind races. I was in the woods. That dark form, the rush of air, the cold breath on my throat, then the tearing. One word explains everything: vampire! Yet I am clear-headed. I don't crave blood. What's happened to me? What have I become? Then I hear a spade digging down towards me. Somebody is unscrewing the coffin lid. Any moment now I will understand my fate.