I am a vampire. For centuries I believed I was the last vampire on Earth, that I was the most powerful creature in existence. That belief gave me great self-confidence. I feared nothing because nothing could harm me. Then one remarkable day, my supposedly dead creator, Yaksha, came for me, and I discovered I was not omnipotent. A short time later, another vampire appeared, one Eddie Fender. He had Yaksha’s strength, and once again I was almost destroyed. Yet I survived both Yaksha and Eddie, only to give birth to a daughter of unfathomable power an incomprehensible persuasion---Kalika, Kali Ma, the Dark Mother, the Supreme Goddess of Destruction. Yes, I believe my only child to be a divine incarnation, an avatar, as some would describe her. In a devastating vision he showed me her infinite greatness. The only problem is that my daughter seems to have been born without a conscience.

Actually I do have three other small problems.

I don’t know where Kalika is.

I know I must destroy her.

And I love her.