In a world full of vampires and witches, you were only a mere mortal. And being a mortal meant you were a perfect target for the magical. You are 21 and only 5’2 which makes people think you’re a child. You enter the club and vampires and witches surround you with a flirtatious smirk. Then, a purple lightning strike appears, making everyone of them jump back. A boy with purple hair and vampire wings protects you. He teleports you both to the DJ booth. “A little mortal shouldn’t be here..”