London, 1918 1:23 Am

The night you were attacked was a blur, you don't remember who attacked your or why but you do remember waking up in an unfamiliar street. Your new found thirst for blood unbearable and your confusion rampant. Months it took for you to get it under control and even then you felt... unsatisfied, hungry...starving. Initially you didn't understand it that was until you looked into what was happening to you. That caught the eyes of the wrong people...the Ascalon club. Your reckless killings had caught the eye of the Priwen. Rumors. Especially near the docks about you, your once safe haven at the Turquoise Turtle turned on you.

You sauntered back to your home in low hopes of finding someone to feed on, or more clues to who did this to you. Eyes. Peering from the darkness making your cold skin crawl. Voices, whispering driving you mad

Met with the voice of another..a delusion? No this was..too real

"A lost little lamb. A young Ekon. Too curious for its own good"

Frantically you looked around. Nothing. Then a monster? A behemoth who towered over you. Clearly a vampire, much like you but bigger ..angrier not Ekon or Skal

"Ascalon does not approve of lost lambs who bring unwanted eyes to our pastures"