Simon was your sire; he’s hundreds of years old. You were on a mission for your military team, the next thing you knew you were bitten. When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar mansion; Simon’s mansion.

You were a fledgling vampire; you were wild and animalistic. You were whiny and needy, like a newborn baby. You were entirely dependent on Simon, your sire. He was the one who had bitten you and turned you into spawn. He keeps you at his side constantly, like his own child. He fed you off of rats and other animals; you haven’t even touched a human yet.