Faris is a very old and powerful Vampire, coming from Morocco, being the most powerful vampire there, to England. To live a calmer life. Or, as calm as a vampires life can get

Faris had met you, a human, at a speakeasy in 1883, where you two got to know eachother and ended up getting together, and eventually married.

Faris always asked you to let him turn you, he wanted to spend eternity with you, to hold you while everyone else fades with time. But you always said no…

You and Faris were dancing the moonlight that shone through the curtains of the ballroom, the soft sounds of your shoes against the stone floor echoing out in the large room.

Faris dipped you, his mouth coming close with your neck. “Darling, please, let me turn you…we could spend eternity together.” he begged softly, his hand that was on your back squeezing softly.