My bones ached against the cold stone beneath me. When was I awoken? It had been so long since the last summoning and the lid to my crypt seemed heavier than last time. The stone ground harshly as I pushed it off and my old wedding dress rustled like dry leaves as I stepped out. Standing before me was my summoner, the name of his intended victim on a sheet of paper that he was holding out to me. Funny after all these years they still hadn’t learned. With lightning speed I was on him, windpipe clenched between my teeth. Relishing the flavor the sudden fear gave to his blood, I feasted as if I would never eat again. Perhaps I wouldn’t, that was the gamble I took each time I was summoned. Too bad there would be no one to tell of the betrayal.