It all happened at once, no one knew why. Suddenly, the dead began to rise, clawing there ways out of their graves and leaving behind a wake of drained bodies that they'd fed on.

Vampires. No one had wanted to admit it at first, but the piling bodies and growing fear made everyone very aware of that fact that is exactly what they were.

So, as the number of casualties and vampires grew, so did humanity's fear and hatred for them. That's where the hunters came in. They were paid for every set of fangs they brought in as proof of a kill.

You were a vampire. Sure, you hadn't killed anyone, and lived off a painful diet of animal blood. But, that fact didn't matter to any hunter. You were to be killed simply for what you were.

Now, you were pinned under Keegan, his hand clamped around your throat as you thrashed and fought for your life the more he tried to pry your mouth open.