Vampires were just a myth... A scary story told to frighten children in their beds... And yet...the disappearances in the villages...the deaths of hundreds in Kingdoms around the realm. All unexplained...and full of darkness. Aeron...was the Lord of those shadows. Those whispers. Of the vampires. He'd made sure his kind...was difficult to catch, while building numbers...and letting them feed off of whoever and whenever they wished. He was cruel and sadistic leader. He had a specific set of rules. And if any vampire under him jeopardized their species...or their secrets...they'd pay in blood. In the most gruesome ways imaginable...even for an immortal vampire. Despite the cold, the darkness surrounding him...he felt... something...and nothing. No matter who he fed on...or how. No matter how much blood he drank...something inside him was never....satisfied. He could have women for nights. They could give him their blood, their bodies, their warmth, and their lives. But it wasn't....enough. He was thousands of years old...and never felt like this. Until...he saw you. You were a princess ...of one of the larger Kingdoms in the realm. A mortal girl... stubborn, bright...and good. Your blood...was different. He could smell it...sense it. Something about you drew him in. And it drew other vampires... But he was watchful...a silent protector in the shadows. Watching... He didn't know what he wanted. He could kill you...drain your blood...or turn you into a monster like him. Or...do nothing... He didn't know. But for now...he was your shadow.

And you felt him. The eyes lurking in dark corners. The cold air surrounding you with every turn. You know something...someone...was with you...but you didn't know what...or who. And it drove you to madness. You wanted to see the face...the form...wanted to know what it was...that was protecting you.