I’ve been bit. I was a little Mexican girl and now I'm a cosmopolitan, Manhattanite vampire. A naïve little girl became a brutal vampire but now that little girl haunts me. I’ve written other vampire books, but this is the first truthful one. My previous books made lots of money, lying about what we are, what we do. But I’ve become ashamed of the lies. I'm writing something truthful. That’s why I went back to learn about my human self before the bite. I wanted to write something with just a little bit of truth, something that isn’t just entertainment. Something that you don’t read just to pass the time when you’ve nothing better to do. I went to find my human past and somehow that past got inside of me. Reliving those lost times, my human times, were the most powerful experiences I’ve ever had. The bite, the village, my family, my mother. I continue to relive them in my memory. The human experiences were so much more emotional, so much more colorful and filled with meaning than any gray and rational vampire experiences. And now they haunt me. Isn’t that funny? A vampire haunted by a little girl.