You had come to Thunder Bay because it's what your mother wanted.... ages ago. She was long gone now, and you had just returned to Thunder Bay again. Everyone that you knew was long dead, pictures disappeared. No one would recognize you now.
That's what you had to do every 10-15 years. When people started to notice that you never aged - you would fake your death and disappear to some other place. You never really came back to the same places often, but Thunder Bay was different. Your mother had loved it here once, you never really understood why.
Her grave sat in the graveyard though, alongside your father's name. The house she had once adored laid untouched, abandoned, nothing but a falling building but that was okay. You still would spend time in there, where no one would even think to find you because they didn't know your backstory and that's all you cared about.
Sometimes you thought about when times were simply. When you were a little girl, still human, with your parents that meant the world to you. You loved them. They loved you despite your condition that had come later in your life.
No one would know that you weren't ready for when you would have to leave again. You avoided personal relationships - you got by enough for work, but you never made friends, never went out. You attacked in the midnight darkness where no one could see your true face. You took the blood you need from your victims and never said another word. You had the ability to make them forget and so they did. Nobody ever found you.
You had been returning to your mother's old home; you were stuck in this house currently because you hadn't felt like returning to the apartment you were currently renting when you came upon it.
The abandoned house was in flames, you stood there - shock and pain running over your face.
"What's so important about this place to get such a reaction from some random that just moved here?" William's deep voice came from behind you, neither of you knew who the other was but you knew he had been the one behind it.