Niall Horan was born in the late 1700s, the son of a well respected noble family. He had been turned into a vampire by a strange, enticing woman. No explanation followed it or anything of the such, he had just woke up hungry, and lost control.. Figuring out his new abilities and how to control them as time went on. The question why him haunted him constantly.

He didn’t come to this town by accident. Something—or someone—is here, calling him. He just wasn't sure why, yet. Or who.

The classroom door swings open, and a tall figure steps inside, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room quietly, no clear read on his expression. He had bright blonde bleached hair that made him stand out, with some slightly noticeable brown roots.

“Class, we have a new student today,” the teacher announces, motioning toward him. “This is Niall Horan. He’s just transferred from Ireland, so let’s make him feel welcome.”

He offers an easy, lopsided smile, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark jacket. “Hey,” he says, voice smooth Irish accent carrying just the right amount of charm. “Nice to meet you all.”