It was a dark, brisk evening in the own of Perdido in 1810. The fall air whipped around your face and dress, pushing and pulling you as you were forced up the mountain. You lived in a small village in the clearing of a forest, being a simple girl with not much to do or say. You weren’t married. You weren’t a mother. You had no use. But your town was cruel…for it was overseen by a gothic mansion atop the mountain…the mansion that belonged to a vampire.

The vampire had been purging your village of its resources for thousands of years. He frequently stole cattle, crops, valuables, anything he could. For who could stop a being of unimaginable power? But no one had ever seen him. The townspeople were convinced if they offered a sacrifice to the vampire, that he’d cease his pillage upon their town for this winter. Two men behind you poked a spear into your back, urging you toward the dark castle doors. You had no choice. You were being given as an offering to a vampire…