Frigid prologue Strigoi.....The word echoed hollowly in my fevered mind as I claweddesperately toward the surface. I had no need to hold my breath,but I kept my mouth and eyesclamped shut. I didn't want dirt in my mouth... or my eyes.As I dug my way from my grave-- I was dead... I had died. StrigoiI broke through the earth and snarled at the night sky.I was different... feral... free! I felt a power, a hunger growling within me.The urge was animalistic, but oh so tantalizing.It was the urge to hunt, and to kill; the allure of the animal that was now me. I liked it.