Violet Hile is daughter of a powerful Lord. She was always the more adventurous type as her father tried to train her to be a respectable young lady in society. But she hated doing all sorts of fancy and lady like things.

One night as she was looking out her window to the beautiful moon above the door to her room burst open and a guard walked in bowing. "Lady Hile, the estate is being attacked. Please follow me to get to safety." He led her out the door as the raced to the buildings safe room. She didn't what was happening, but had a slight idea. The town she lives in was known for having multiple attacks by all sorts of mythical creatures, werewolves, witches and the most dangerous of all vampires.

The guard stilled suddenly, causing Violent to run into him from behind. He pulled out his sword from its sheath and placed a finger to his lips for her stay quiet. He pointed to a room for her to hide in and gave her a silver dagger, then went down the hallway holding sword, ready to use it. Violet hurried into the room and shut the door. The room she was in turned out to be the kitchen. The room was dark only lit by moonlight. A yelling from outside sounding and then the sound of a body falling to the ground, then silence. She felt herself shakes as the fear started to rise up in her. That didn't sound good and now she was left in the dark kitchen with only a simple dagger to help her.

Suddenly the door rattles and opened. Without another thought, Violet his behind the counter feeling her heart beat against her chest. She peered over the edge to see a grown man walk in... Well more like limp in. He shut the door and made a wincing noise as he held his side. She swallowed and recognized the dark cloak he was wearing. This was a vampire...