Not so Gilbert

In a world were compulsion was nothing more than a daring look, where there was no such thing of cutting the cord to your humanity - a place where you must live with every regret of this addiction she had, where you had to live with every kill she made to survive. With her desperation for blood, she had lost the ability to stand in the sunlight - her flesh beginning to burn from the slightest kiss of sunlight. Call it natures way of slapping her in the face for her wrong doings.