Warped Line

I chose stasis-a long sleep-for me and two of mine. Hard to time these things, but we woke in the eye of a cyclone.
When I went to sleep-to avoid being drained of magic and blood by dark Sorcerers-Vampires weren't exactly on the endangered species list, but not many of us are left. No one ever accepted us. Not mortals and not others with power, either. At least one of those dams has developed a few cracks. Supernaturals aren't quite welcoming, but they'll take help from any quarter.
Mortals have declared war on magic, and they won't rest until we're all sitting in iron-clad prisons. What a bunch of cowards. If they weren't hiding behind false humanitarian walls, they'd be honest about their intentions and do their damnedest to kill us outright.
The world turned into an alien place while I slept. Not much point returning to my clan house in Italy. It's probably long since disbanded. Besides, fate tossed me squarely in Ariana's path. She's like me, a Vampire, but I hunger for her in a very un-Vampirelike way.
She's tried hard to chase me away, but I'm tough to dissuade. She doesn't know it, but I won't back off until she's mine.
No matter what it takes.