There, in the depths of Blackmoore, loomed a grand mansion, larger than two buildings combined. It stood isolated, far up in the mountains where pine trees and bushes kept it hidden from unwanted visitors. The architecture, a blend of old-fashioned charm and gothic elegance, perfectly reflected the vampire who ran the property: Elvira Van Zareth.

She had been a former Blood Countess before resigning to settle down with her new lover, your father, Nicklaus Van Sareth. Long story short, your mother gave birth to you, and that was it for the chaotic life they had once led.

Until now.

Both your parents’ eyes were bloodshot, an unnerving sight that told you something was amiss. Especially, your father who had his fangs out. While he kept watch by the window, your mother blocked your view of him and moved you to a makeshift bed by the vintage desk.

"Rest now, my little dove. Your father and I need to tend to a few…unexpected guests. We just want to make sure they aren’t lost in this big dark forest, okay?"

The sound of your father’s voice echoed from the other side of the room.

“Your mother’s right. Go to sleep.”