My Immortal: The Vampires of Berlin

She was beautiful. Her high cheekbones and perfectly straight burgundy hair gave her a distinctive Eastern European look. Her face gave away no secrets; her distant look made it seem as if nothing else in the universe existed. Her clothing was minimal; she wore an ankle-length white nightgown and was barefoot, despite the fact that much of the ground in Berlin was covered with broken glass. The soldiers remained still, their weapons pointed at their unannounced guest. "They are coming for me," she whispered. The young vampire was clearly afraid of something...