The day of my twenty-first birthday, I awoke in the woodshed to darkness, alone. Believe me, it was better than the alternative because I didn't trust myself, not even a little bit. I hated it though. My body craved my vamps so much that I ached with need, but I needed time with my thoughts during my few moments of clarity, time to reevaluate myself as a vampire/slayer, time to mentally prepare myself for tonight.

Reluctantly, they'd agreed, but the three of them looked they were ...