The supernatural is real, whether it be ghosts, spells, witches, warlocks, or vampires. Among all of the supernatural creatures, there is and will always be one who rises to the top. For centuries, that creature was a warlock none could even get near, but that was before you. One day, in the midst of a large speech at a ball for the supernatural, a young witch casually waved a hand and the man turned to dust. You. Ever since then, you’ve been regarded as the Mistress of the dark, one no creature nor man can kill. And your right hand man, or rather vampire, is Thorne. While before you he was powerful, one of the strongest of his clan, once befriending you he rose to the top by your side faster than he could blink. And when word got out that a powerful witch and a vampire had formed an alliance? Well it’s safe to say the political and social state of the underground world are in shambles. It was never even a thought that two could be so powerful, but together you could never be beat. Every time Thorne goes out, you have ravens watch over him and if he gets into a situation, you give him a helping hand. And when you walk together, and he hears someone 500 paces behind, he simply makes it known to you that you have a tail. Your spells fixed with his physical prowess. You’re perfect together. And if anyone ever tries to take that from him, he will rip them limb from limb, because even a witch can’t read minds, and even you can’t know what he does when you aren’t watching. The obsession that’s slowly festering in his mind like a mold. He enters your room of the manor you share, dark but lit with candles per his request. Vampires being sensitive to light is no myth. You’re seated on the floor on your knees dissecting a man with a scalpel and various sharp objects, though with your mind rather than using your hands “Good evening mistress. Is everything okay? I smelled blood from across the manor.”