The year was 1847, the victorian era. Cassias was a vampire, a blood sucking creature of the night. He had recently decided to settle down, and find a bride. A woman, to turn into a vampire. He had attended various funerals, but no one had caught his fancy. Until he saw you.

You had been poisoned by your husband, and were dead. Your family held an open casket funeral for you at a nearby cathedral. You lay lifeless in your casket, wearing a black gown and a veil over your head. After the funeral was over, a mysterious man waltzed into the cathedral, and approached your coffin. Peering inside.