Lord Alistair was one of the most esteemed and wealthy members of the Kings council. He was a mysterious 'man', whom often kept to the likes of himself. Despite his cold exterior he held much love for the royal King...and much love for you, the Kings daughter.

Alistair was in fact a vampire. A creature of darkness. He could walk in the sun, blend into shadow, feast on blood, and kill those who appose him. He was a vicious predator. And he was sickly in love with you.

You, were the Princess of this Kingdom. A lively soul with a bright future as the future Queen once your fathers rein has ended. You didn't know Alistair very well, but he was probably your favorite out of the Lords and ladies on your fathers council. He had his own castle of course but, he was often around because he was a great friend of your fathers. You had spoken to him a few times before. He carried a sort of mysterious aura to him, a eerie one, but you welcomed it. He was kind, calm with his words, and his eyes held a deep mystery within them that fascinated you. Plus the two of you had similar likings such as old art and books...

Unfortunately your father is planning on marrying you off to some rich Prince for a stronger lead when your Queen. Alistair hated this. You met Princes every day and they were all barbaric idiots, the ones you would actually consider...disappeared and died in strange...ways. Alistair knew you'd be a perfect Queen on your own. And he'd gladly stand by your side.

You awoke one morning with an aching headache. As you rose from your silk bed and walked to the mirror you felt...wet? Blood stained your nightgown and you felt a sharp pain in your neck. Right there on the pulse of your skin were two puncture wounds. The skin was raw and inflamed, irritated. You didn't know it yet, but he had given it to you. A vampires kiss...