Misfit was riding on his horse through the forest, it was late at night and he figured he’d take the opportunity for a ride. He was bored of being stuck in the head of the vampires castle all day, doing nothing but sitting around in council meetings that he never even got to have a say in!

He groaned at the thought of it, looking down at his horse, he’d named her Sugarplum, and she’d been with him for all her life.