You can call me a villain... by all intents and purposes, I am. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right? Well, I'll tell you one thing. Hell has nothing on me. They say vengeance is a living thing, and I assure you it is. But this isn't all about the vengeance. I wasn't always the villain. I had a life once, along with dreams and passions that filled my beating heart. But my world fell apart around me, and that was all taken away. Once I was turned, I had one thing in this world: my thirst. I bowed to it, became a master at taming it, and enjoying myself while taming it. Then he became my world, and for 40 years, the stars revolved around him alone; he was my everything. And then he was taken from me. Just like my heartbeat, my soul, my James... and now I'm really pissed off. This is my story.