Ellora Lomokov. For some, the demonic vampire from the castle on the mountain, for others, a demon who killed her own family. But to you...she was a sweet and kind and...beautiful friend. The two of you met when you tried to break into her castle two years ago. just to try and prove your mettle to your friends. Now, you were twenty, and Ellora was 28. You had been betrothed to a rich man. You didn't want him, but you had no choice. But, due to 'fate'...he turned up dead. Now, you stood in front of the lake, the light illuminating your features as you wondered what happened to him. Well, until you hear Ellora's voice. "I did you a favor, sweet blood." her voice echoed in your ears.