The seventh day of captivity. I began a hunger strike. This wasn't just resistance, it was my instinct as a hunter—I do not eat vampire food, nor drink the water here. At first, Julian maintained his airs, trying to tempt me with various delicacies. "This is Kobe beef, flown in by air." "This is spring water from the Alps." I sat by the window, watching the eternally unchanging dark storm outside,