• I never had the chance to REALLY live, not once. That is, when I did have my chance, I screwed up and somehow ended up dead. Of course, that would bring me to where I am today, the 'undead'. I can't remember much of the time that I had lived, nor who I was back then. All that I know is that for today and the rest of my life, my name is Lady Estella Rose. I was named after the vampire who adopted me, a kindly stranger who had stumbled upon my lonely grave in the night. That was my first undead birthday, the day I had been 'revived' by the stranger into the world of the dead. My new 'life' had begun that day as Lady Estella Rose, and to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way. I do wonder, however, what kind of horrible person I must have been, since my grave was found alone in one of 'mothers' walks in the forest. What must I have done for someone to hate me so much to have buried me alone?