Rebbeca's POV
Waking up from my coffin once more I am surprised to see my Fathers coffin still unopen, in our cemetery we are always ready, we make sure our coffins, our clothes, our hair, and our own appearance is always tidy. Father said a lady should always be elegant and well primed for her Beloved. Seeing the two werewolves who are guarding us in the day sleeping near my coffin is a bit more relaxing, father still feels it a bit odd that he is stuck behind so many hateful feelings, yes their kind harmed us thousand of years ago but they haven't even tried these past decades.
In fact, they have not tried so much that their very own race stopped producing in general, now all we have left are the more civil kind of them named, Werewolves. My father is not an easy vampire to get a
