The rich people who lived out south were gone.

The house sat abandoned, mail piling at the mailbox, overgrown front yard, kids hadn't been in school. Nobody had heard from them in months.

But just a few miles north, an old castle atop a hill, vintage looking. it had overgrown vines and plants. But a beautiful dark garden. Dark cobblestone walls. It was believed the family was gone. Oh, but that was the complete opposite. They had just decided that being harassed by townspeople wasn't worth the heartache.

The family had been around for a long time. Both bloodlines coming together to create one. But one August evening, they just never came back in town. Leaving the townspeople to believe they just dissappeared.