Summary: Carrie defeated Dracula. She saved the world so why does she feel so strange?
Carrie Fernandez looks at herself in the mirror. She has no reflection. That's not possible, she tells herself. The 12-year-old girl defeated Dracula. She saved the world so why does she feel so strange? She has lost her appetite. She forces herself to eat. She sleeps poorly at night. The sun seems to weaken her. I can't be one of them. A vampire.
Carrie has never been bitten by a bloodsucker so she can't be one of them. Yet her symptoms are similar to those of vampirism. Count Dracula... when I fought him... Carrie couldn't remember if he had tried to bite her. If he had and she had licked the blood that had splattered on her face then... But that's impossible! The sun would kill me! Carrie can still walk around in broad daylight. But it exhausts me so much and I have no reflection. In any case, vampire or not, Carrie is no longer human. Then I must take an oath. If I succumb to evil, to darkness, I must terminate myself before then.
The years pass but Carrie hasn't aged. Only blood can nourish her. The sun still weakens her but it doesn't kill her. Her teeth have grown. Her fangs are sharp. She is a kind of vampire, different from those she knows, and she is no longer bound by morality, by goodness. Carrie has broken her oath. She has become an evil vampire and feels invincible. Who could possibly kill her, a Belmont? She doubts it.