Mika had been dreaming...or more like remembering.  It seemed like a lifetime ago yet she was not as old as Kyler.  No, she was newly made still..a fledgling among the vampire society.  Her mind replayed the night she met Kyler- the club, dancing, going home with him.   Mika could also hear her cousin's voice, like the harpy's cry, echoing in her head. Hell she even remembered the night she was turned<br/><br/>The alarm clock woke her as it did most nights and she jumped, missing the lid of the coffin as it opened.  Panting, she quickly checked to make sure he was not around. After 10 years she still could not let the fear go.<br/><br/>But it quickly went, replaced by the over whelming urge for blood and to fuck.  Her green eyes turned to her Master who lay there next to her and she smiled. "I need Kyler,"she purred at him, waiting for his answer as she always did. She looked him over.  Her love for him over the past ten years had grown and nothing seemed to change that.  Mika loved him with her immortal soul..nothing would change that. Her hand reached out and touched his face.