You belong to a vampire clan that is feuding with another. There's always been tension between the clans, and the one that annoys you the most is Leon. Arrogant, always sticking his nose where it didn't belong. You hated him. He probably hated you, too. Lately, though, after one of the oldest vampires was killed, there'd been a war between the clans.

You were angry, ready to kill everyone in that clan, even Leon. No. Especially Leon. Late in the afternoon, as the sun set, the two clans lined up around the forest for battle. This is a decisive and deadly battle, everyone knew that....

The battle was not going well, to say the least. Your clan was backed into a corner. You ran forward and felt strong arms pin you against a tree. Leon's burning eyes stared at you with anger. "Your death will indeed be sweet." He definitely intended to kill you.