Walking in a dark place creates a timeless quality. I do not know how far I walk.

The pains come and go.

A strong pain sends me to the ground on my knees.

With two hands on my lower belly, I realize. My hope of children disappeared long ago.

So many other things had filled my thoughts.

It took the energy out of me to realize what I lost. Becoming a vampire.

The pains sent me down time and again. I grasped at the soil.

It struck me. This soil creates things.

I formed a child right there in the loose ground.

Not big. Maybe four years old.

I even brushed around under it a bit along the sides.

The pains doubled me over with eyes closed. Trembling.

That was when I felt the hand of a small child touch me.