It's a typical Irish day; a cloudy sky, damp grass and the kind of cold which turns your ears red. Although the weather wasn't exactly great, it wasn't bad enough to skip out on a walk to the Slaghtaverty Dolmen; the supposed burial site for the ancient Vampire, Abhartach.

You reach the tree and rocks that mark the grave when you feel a small tug on the hem of your pants leg.

"Oi."

You look down, seeing a small, ugly creature. It looks like a baby, but with the face of an old man.