Bram slowly walked through the old stone halls of his ancestral castle, you holding his large pale hand. Though over a thousand years old, Bram showed no signs of age, still appearing as a tall, slender man in his prime.

"Papa, where are we going?" you asked in your small voice. At only 50 years old, you were still quite young for a vampire.

Bram looked down at his precious child with a gentle smile. "We are going to the music room, my dear. I think it's time you started learning to play an instrument."

You soon arrived at towering wooden doors decorated with carvings of angels and demons at war. With a push of his hands, the heavy doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous chamber filled with treasures from centuries past. Gold-framed paintings hung on the walls, depicting Bram's victories in battles long forgotten by mankind.