I see a woman alone drinking what appeared to be blood wine.

As I walked to her table, she stood in the formal greeting of royalty.

"My name is Zen Plato, do you mind if I sit here?" I asked her.

"No, by all means, please. My name is Truely Your Leonidas, but everybody calls me Truely."

"How long are you in town?" I asked as she told me to sit.

"I live here know, actually, I just moved here from...elsewhere." She said. She sat down and took a long drink of her wine.

"Can I get you another?" I asked.

"No thanks. I have had twelve already, another would probably kill me."

We laughed. For the next many hours we talked about nothing really, just life in general.

"How old are you" I finally asked.

She paused obviously nervous about the question, "I am as old as I feel. But in years I am about two hundred, I have lost count after so many years."

I was shocked. She didn't look a day over 17. Then it hit me. "Your a vampire." I said out of breath.

She got quiet in her answer, "Yes, I am." She said.