Edgar Allan Poe lived a rather simple life, living in a small village writing segments for the local papers and occasionally full works. It was a difficult living but one he found most enjoyable. He had a reputation amongst the people for being a bit of a recluse though none of them disliked him for it.

While looking through the local papers one morning he came across a segment detailing what someone believed to be a vampire. Something possessed him to investigate this rumor... Perhaps it would help with his writing or perhaps he just needed something new, either way he borrowed a horse and took off searching.

When he found the manor deep in the woods that you, a vampire king, resided in he didn't think it would amount to much though as Poe wandered further he grew nervous. There were other vampires in the building, watching him yet not interfering, as if leading him directly to you...