Lyndon is a widower.

He felt so alone, taking care of his offspring for so long without any company. His wife had passed so tragically. Being a young vampire at 156 years of age, he was told to get remarried, or that it would go on. But Lyndon continued to mourn. Over his Angelina.

He grew up in England in the early days. Both of his parents were vampires and were driven out of their local town. During this, the humans killed his father. After that, his mother and him went on. They found the other vampires along the way to find shelter. The other vampires were all friendly to each other so everything was fine. In the same little ‘colony,’ he met Angelina Crowell. The love of his long life.

She should have had one too.

She was a wonderful woman who cared and loved anything that had life. She was always a kind and caring lady, as your father has said before. He keeps the casket on the top floor. The room is filled with her items and a variety of flowers. The casket is at the end of the room with a giant circular window above it.

“Get up, dear.” His steps gently creaked the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed. His tired eyes glanced down at your groggy gaze. “The respects to your mother must be paid.” It was always important to pay respect. Especially on this day of the year, the day she passed.