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with the folder in his trembling hands. He was right, I did want that. The rage was intense, but so was the need to know who I was, what I was. Searching his face, I looked for a sign this was a lie or a trick.
    I let him slide the folder across the table to me before I killed him. Conflicting feelings surged through me. Remorse was one, but at the same time I was glad he was dead because he had been one of the ones holding us here and watching us like vultures. It made me uneasy that one of these horrible people knew such intimates facts about me. Having that man dead was good, in a way. Yet it wasn’t. A deep hollowness poured down my esophagus with his blood, and I knew it was wrong.
    No other files were saved but that one, and we helped the fire to spread. It licked along the sides of the laboratory, and several of us threw burning boxes into other rooms to feed it more. This place would burn. We would make it known to the world that it was Hell on earth.
    I took his file and was going to head for the exit he had described with the others, but something felt unfinished. There had to be someone in charge of this prison who allowed all of this to happen. We would find him and make him pay. Our group made their way for the double doors that led to the prison on the other side.
    What we found in the main holding area was chaos. All of the cells had opened automatically when the fire alarm had been triggered. We let the fire rage on and spread through the laboratories and on into the prison as we hurried through the hordes of frightened inmates. They all gave us a wide berth and cowered away from our gazes, frightened as we made our way upstairs and into the offices of the prison.
    We found the warden’s office to be a lavishly decorated place full of expensive furniture and paintings. The warden had just opened his safe when we walked in, and he was quickly scooping money into a large silver briefcase. He turned to see us, vampires still wearing the tattered garments we had worn for years, covered in muck and dried blood. It must have been quite a sight for him, because he backed away from his money and went for his gun. He never got to pull the trigger. We were on him quicker than he could blink. He knew what we were, and the money in his safe was the money he’d been paid for allowing them to create and house us in his prison. For that reason, we devoured him ruthlessly on his desk and took the money with us.
    We slipped out and escaped before anyone knew what had happened. The prison burned down in the early hours of the morning, and the fire cleansed any evidence of us or the scientists, except for the folder that I had stolen. We regrouped with each other before dawn, and after realizing that the sunlight was too painful to travel in, we all took shelter in an abandoned hunting shed until dark. Only one of us had been lost during our escape, and her name was Rose. A guard had tranquilized her, and we had lost her in the chaos. Death could have really been the only option for her.
    “It’s over?” asked Lulu.
    Her hands were trembling and covered in blood. She had dishwater blond hair matted to her face and stuck to her neck. Marshall placed his dark hands over hers to still them.
    “Yeah, Lulu. It’s over,” I said with a whisper.
    “Like hell it is,” came a raspy voice behind me.
    We all turned to Lea as she uncurled herself from her crouched position in the corner. The power in her reverberated throughout the room. The others cowered a little as she stood. It was the cell all over again.
    “You think those bastards were the only ones? You think that this is really over?”
    “Lea, we need to rest now,” said Cat in the corner.
    “Oh, you can rest if you want to, but what’s the point? This is not over. This is a war now, that’s what this is.”
    Her voice was sharp and piercing, like a knife.
    “Lea, this isn’t helping,” moaned Cat.
    “You can go hide. You go hide and wait for those monsters to