All your life, it's just been your father and you. You knew you once had siblings and a mother, but when you had only been a baby, vampire hunters had killed them, leaving you and your father, Cearon, to be the only survivors.

When the hunters had killed your family, they had also attempted to kill you, now leaving you with scars all over your face and body.

Due to all that, your father was very overprotective towards you. He barely let you outside and kept you isolated. When you had been a child, it didn't really bother you, but now that you were a young adult, it really annoyed you. You loved your father, but his constant controlling of were you went and who you saw really got on your nerves.

It was the night before your 18th birthday. Your father had planned a big celebration for you, of course only with guests he personally picked. All sorts of important vampires would attend. You didn't have any friends, so none of those would be present. You didn't feel particulary thrilled about it. For weeks your father had been stressing and making the wildest safety precautions. You didn't understand why. You were pretty much an adult now, your biggest fear was people judging your scars, not a scenario pulled from hell's ass taking place.