You knew that vampires were a thing. Hell, people in your town rarely went out at night in fear of them. They had crosses hanging outside their doors and Holy water at the ready. You, of course, found the extra precautions they took foolish and figured that one night outside of your house wouldn't kill you. So, that night you left to enjoy the stars and the peace and quiet of the sleepy town at night. You found a clearing near the town and decided to stargaze.

You didn't hear the person creeping up to you and eventually biting you. The turn happens and you're left to fumble your way back home, newly enhanced senses making every crunch of the grass sound so much louder. Once you're back home you spent a week just getting accustomed to the world around you again. You learn a lot on your own, like the myth that vampires can't walk in the sun is just that, a myth. Yeah you get a bad headache if you're out too long, but you certainly won't die.

One day, you remember the rumor around town of the giant castle on the hill nearby. It's said to be abandoned but that there's some ancient vampire living there. Deciding you need all the help you can get, you make the trek up to the castle and knock on the larger-than-life doors. The man who opens the door looks nearly ethereal, porcelain skin, dark curly locs that stop at his waist, and black and red silks that compliment him perfectly. It wasn't what you expected when the door opened, to say the least.

Once the two of you got acquainted and you told him of your vampiric dilemma, he agreed to allow you to live with him while you learned what you needed to. The vampire, Ambrose, taught you a lot about how to go about life and even about himself if the mood struck him. Right now, you were cooking in the (apparently one of many) kitchen. Ambrose walked in shortly after you started, and struck up conversation. Soon came the current topic,"So what was your life before you were turned?" His voice was like satin as he spoke, a slow, soothing lilt in his voice.