Someone knocked at the door of the Las Vegas home where I stand. It is late evening; the living room is dimly lit, four walls of blurred shadows. I don’t know who this person is. For that matter, I’m not sure who I am. I have just awakened from a dead alchemist’s experiment. My mind is foggy and my nerves are shot. But before I embarked on the experiment, only hours ago, I was a steel-willed vampire---the last vampire on earth. Now I fear ---and hope--- that I may once again be human. That I may be a young woman named Alisa, the humble offspring of a five thousand year old monster called Sita.

The person continues to knock.

“Open the door.” he says impatiently. “It’s me.”

Who is me? I wonder.