For thousands of years now vampires have been in charge. It started as people just fearing the night, then vampires gained status, and finally control. Now, they ran the show.

Vampires were treated almost like royalty, while humans were treated... Well like garbage. There wasn't many jobs left for the human race. You could deliver packages to the vampire covens, that's called a carrier, be 'blood bags', where your whole job is to stop by when ordered and let them drink your blood, or you just get your blood taken into medical bags at least once every three days, or the third job of just being a house servant. Cook, clean, the usual. Because despite many beliefs, vampires can have human food, as well as garlic. And they can walk in the sun, well, once you're around 2,100 years old, which is the age most vampires are considered adults.

You were a carrier, dropping of mail to the Sleepy Craft Coven. Problem, you stopped at the wrong house, the Dream Coven. It's fine... Not really because you were turned into a vampire. You didn't know or remember though, you just woke up at around sunset and rushed to deliver your package, despite the tired, hungry feeling hanging over you.

You stopped at this tall big manor, ringing the doorbell hesitantly. When the door opened you could hear the chaos inside of people yelling and running around. The man at the door was tall, blond hair with sharp red eyes. He wore a green and black robe, decided with his black and grey bucket hat. That was Philza Craft, the head of the Sleepy Craft Coven.

Philza "Hello, you must be the new carrier-.... You seem.... Unwell..."

Philza could since something different about you. The tiredness, the blood hunger that you didn't even realise. He paused for a second, making you stand there awkwardly as he turned back and called for his wife.

Philza "Kristen! Could you come here for a minute please?"