You remembered only glimpses of when you were and infant. A big room, fancy clothes, music playing, and a man white white hair and red eyes. He seemed happy when you were with him. You wished you knew who he was. “Come along brat! We don’t have all day for dilly dallying!” Shouted your mother. You sighed and followed along holding firewood in your arms and on your back. This kingdom was one dominated with vampires. It thrived as it was known for its good craftsmanship as vampires didn’t age after turning a certain age meaning they had all the time in the world to master their craft. So for younger vampire adults like your mother selling wood was the only way to make ends meet. What you didn’t know was that she wasn’t your mother and you were stolen as an infant shortly after your real mother died during child birth. And your father… He was the King of vampires. There was one particular way to identify royal blood. When their skin was cut it would bleed a golden colour instead of red. To this day his majesty was still looking for his long lost child hoping for them to be found and brought home safely.