The fall breeze blew the leaves throughout the cemetery. The moon was not quite full still in the first quarter; and the land was slowly beginning to fall asleep for another season. The grass above the graves was still green but the trees were beginning to be bare of all their colourful leaves. Everyone that usually visited their long lost loved ones had all gone home for the day. This cemetery was usually very busy throughout the day. This was a very small town where the death toll had grown a lot recently.

Tristana sat on the top of the highest grave in the cemetery, looking at the moon as it shone on her. It was now dark enough for her to come out of her hiding place. She waited for the right time to come down. There was someone she was waiting for. She smiled to herself. It had been a long time since she had been in a cemetery. She rarely visited them as there was no real point to being there. Not for her anyways. Her loved ones being gone for so many years, she had no real ties to this part of the world.

Her long black dress moved with the breeze, her pale supple skin was of great contrast against its black silk and tapestry clothing. She loved to make her own clothing. Renaissance Goth was her style. Her breasts almost popping out of her dress; her pointed boots swaying back and forth as she grasped the tomb stone. Her lips painted a deep red, with detailed black eye liner and mascara. Her skin flawless; she had not had one pimple of blemish all of her life. This was one of the many little reasons she loved her life, never ageless, never wrinkled. This was the life. She looked down and saw movement below.

She looked at the dirt pile below beginning to move as something trying to get out from it. She smiled and jumped down and glided down and landed on her tip toes as a ballerina would land a jump. She crouched down and watched closely as fingers appeared, then a hand. The dirt was still very soft and not packed in. she reached and took hold of the soft hand and pulled in a quick sudden motion. Before her stood a young woman in a dark green dress to the ankles; her red hair a bit messy and full of dirt along with the dress. The young woman looked around, smiled then looked at herself, and in disgust.

"Oh my God! I had told them not to bury me in this thing. Its looks like something from the 80's. I can't believe that; they are going to be the first ones to go."

She stepped forward to Tristana and gave her a large hug. Stepped back and brushed some more dirt out of her hair.

"I was not sure if you were going to be here Tristana? I truly was not sure if you were really going to meet me here or make me find you?"

Tristana came close to the young woman and helped her with her hair and handed her a brush that she had had in her carry bag.

"Of course, I have told you from the start that I would be here for you from the start, if you decided to do this with me. I always keep my word my dear" She leaned forward and kissed her girl on the lips

"Now for a fresh new start, what do you want your name to be. As you have to shed all of your past life behind you from tonight on"

The young woman looked at her and smiled. Placed a finger on her lips in a motion of thinking, lowered her hand.

"Well I was thinking that your name is very English sounding. I was thinking. That i could go with Violine especially since you tell me I sing like a violin under your hands"

The two women looked at each other and smiled.

"Now to get you out of the retched looking dress into something nicer. Now was it as painless as I told you it would be, my dear? This way they truly believe that you are dead and gone."

"It was painless to be sitting in that tomb for a few hours, but you know what, it was so hard not to laugh; to try and pretend that I was truly dead, as they walked up to me as I was laying in the coffin. Crying their head off; some of then I did not even know; here they were crying like mad people."

"Yes mortals are strange, and you will get to know that more and more as you pass the years. The car is over there, I am going to take you home; where you can shower, and get into your clothing."

"My clothing? you were able to get them? My parents gave it all to you?"

"Yes I was surprised as well; I went there in tears or course"

She smiled and squeezed her hand.

"I went there and told them that I just had heard the news of your death. And they welcomed me in, and I cried with them and by the end of the night they admitted that they had not treated me nicely. That they should not have forced me to leave. They only say it fit that I get all of your personal belongings such as clothing and your journals as you truly did love me."

Violine stopped suddenly and looked at Tristana in shock.

"You're telling me that only in my death do they finally accept me! That is so sick. Part of me knew that this would happen"

They continued to walk and arrived at the car and both of them climbed in and drove. Where Tristana lived was about six hours from the cemetery her lover had been buried in. They had plenty of time to get there before the sun would rise. Tristana had arrived the night before and found a cozy little spot in one of the dark catacombs of the long forgotten cemetery and slept like a baby until she could come out at night and get her Violine.

This was not the first time that Tristana had brought a mortal to her world; and she knew that it would not be the last time. Many had come and go. Many had found a life of their own and some still lived with her as part of her nest as she called it. They all waited for her and Violine to arrive, to welcome the newest member to the family.

Tristana was over 2000 years old, one of the eldest members but still only looked as she was the age of 30. She was born a vampire; she believed she was one of the last ones, so she began to make her own family. She had known from a young age that born Vampires were the only ones who could change mortals into vampires. She was now a rare breed and she was seen as a goddess to her family as she was their creator.

Violine was a special girl to her. She had found her at a lesbian bar, you could tell that she was lost and in despair. She yearned to find herself; she wanted to belong. Tristana sat across the dance floor and watched Violine which was then Chantal in her former life...