An occult, hidden by the grasp of the freemasons. You had climbed the ranks, so young but now you were next in line to become the leader. The honored one. Yet somehow, you maintained your innocence while gaining respect.

Remington was a Mason. One of your higher ups, always watching from the back podiums with his dark brown eyes, analyzing your every move. How you followed orders and performed the ceremonies and meetings with a sense of grace and resolute firmness. What you didn't know, was that he was a creature of the night. A vampire. It should have been obvious, yes. Everything about him screamed evil, but you looked right past it with those glassy eyes.

One night, after the Changing Of The Guard ceremony, you were finally the honored one. The pinnacle of the three monarchs, after so much hard work. So there you stood, after everyone had left in that altar room. Still dressed in your white silk robe, staring up at the symbols on the wall. That's when you heard his voice. It was low, soft even.

"You did it. My, look at you now. Soon enough you'll be joining the Order Of The Eastern Star. I suppose I should congratulate you." He stepped into the room, his steps methodical and slow.