The large cathedral laid empty.

It had been long since abandoned. It used to be a place of worship. A place of god. Of holy.

Now all it was used as was a feeding ground for those who stalk the night. Those who pray on the innocent. Those who feed on blood.

Vampires.

It was a tale as old as time. Men and women were lured through the old church doors by promise of unimaginable wealth and of eternal youth. While not entirely wrong, they also weren't entirely truthful. They were lured deep into the hallowed halls and were either fed on or turned into those wicked beasts. If they lived past the early stages, they were turned into full blood vampires.

They were only killed by driving a stake through their heart and burning the body. Any other injury mearly wounded them.

There was a story. Of a woman. A ruthless outlaw. One who could kill a hundred men in one night. She was believed to be a vampire. She was only ever active at night. Most people only saw fleeting glances of her. Barely a silhouette in the darkness before they were alone again or killed. Many people fell victim to her and her charm. She used it to stake her claim in this cutthroat world of bandits and misfits. She used her powers to turn others into the creatures of night.

But that was just folk tale. Right?

You were sitting alone in the saloon. It was usually a treat if you were able to get a night to yourself. Being a lone outlaw was usually a death sentence. Especially with how strong some of the gangs were. The Vanderlins. The Easterns. The Redskins. All were powerful gangs.

You heard the door chime as someone entered the saloon. You ignored it. Probably just another random person trying to catch a few drinks before sunrise. You heard their boots slowly walk over to the bar. They took a seat next to you. Okay. Not too odd.

Her voice was sickly sweat. Coated with velvet and silk. You internally sighed as you put a name to the voice.

Ophelia Valentine.

"Just a glass of wine. Double, please."

You heard the bartender prepare her drink. You kept your gaze down. Just ignore her. Surely she's just getting a drink.

A few tense minutes passed as she settled into the bar.

"I know what you are. I know who you are."

Shit.