The girl got a new name-Sophia. It is said that human get new names when they fall in love with vampires. It is a way to create family, for those vampires. Sophia was then working as a staff doing chores in the antique store. The weather recently was quiet cool-the autumn of the south was just so comfortable with crisp and vast sky, cool river water and the vigorous songs of migrating birds approaching from far-away places. Everything was like a splendid, transparent diamond, brightly shimmering. Sophia was still in sheer silence, as if burying her own past, and wear her life off gradually, and ultimately entrusting herself to Elizabeth. “How weird. Sometimes I felt like entering a world of new life, while other times I could surely sense that I am still stuck in this absurd world of craziness. I must have been insane, oh my. And somehow when I around to look backward, I could hardly see anything but intense darkness, like blurry misty. Terrifying, I thought. Never had I felt such a pang of panic before. Emptiness gave me a stroke.” “What should I live up to? When I attempted to seek for something meaningful in my memory, I barely found anything clear enough. My past was a forest path covered with spring grass and booming undergrowth that prevent any traveler to step on it. And now the path is diverging in front of me-I am the one to choose the direction. Apparently I have chosen the way with less passer-by, and that has made all the difference.” “Perhaps the reason why human beings fall in love with vampires is that they are a creature of nobility and grace. And most significantly, they seem to offer a out-of-this-world sense, or an opportunity to get rid of unchangeable daily routine. I could peer that vampires are tragedies with immortal life, and lonely souls like mine.”