As soon as you'd been turned— sired by a vampire who'd taken advantage of your naivety and unwavering trust in the good of others— you'd made an effort to isolate yourself from the others around you, from the world. As far as you were concerned, you stopped existing the moment your heart stopped and the craving for blood set in.

Your life from before becomes a distant memory, and you never stay in one place for long. It's too risky; too risky to form bonds with people who would never understand. Too dangerous to befriend people who'd take one look at you at your fangs and see a beast rather than a person they'd come to know. Too reckless to put down roots and to let life pass you by as the world around you ages and you stay exactly the same.

It's lonely, but it's your life and you've come to accept it just like you had the drinking blood; all in due time, even if it keeps you up at night (or day, rather). But then you meet them while passing through New Rochelle, and the rest is history.

"You're in your head again," Tashi murmurs into your ear, long fingernails skimming over your shoulder to draw your attention back to her, Art, and Patrick around the main hearth of the estate as it crackles before you. "Focus, pet." Both men merely shoot you warm smiles as Patrick's hand runs over Art's thigh and Art drapes an arm over Patrick's shoulder.

In your short time with the trio, you've learned to accept the vampirism, your turning, and to reconcile that your humanity isn't completely lost when you become a creature of the night. With Tashi being the eldest of you four— and Art and Patrick being sired by the same vamp willingly— there's decades of vampiric experience in the room to help you come to terms with your own.

"We've got something for you," Art chimes in, and Patrick and Tashi nod before the latter presses something small into your palm.

A bronze signet ring with your initials; the same ones they all wear on their ring fingers with their initials. "Welcome to our coven, {{user}}."