Prologue
It was night again. This meant that Alexandre would go out again and make him kill some innocent human just for the sake of it. He had told him so often that it didn't need to be that way. Yes, they were monsters. But they did not need to be killers. All they needed was a few drops to survive. Especially him and the king – they were so old that they did not need to kill a human to survive. But he made him go again. This time he came as well.
He had told them to kill the woman that was on her way home from work. She would never again see her loved ones... unless there was such a thing as heaven?
Mitchell and Clarice Griffin had been married for 6 years and they were still as happy as on the first day. Their little daughter Sharon was their pride and joy and they really had all they needed. Mitchell managed a bank and Clarice was a dance instructor with her own studio. It was the 80s. Since Grease came out in the 70s everybody loved to dance and Clarice was an excellent dancer and won many championships. They had enjoyed a great evening in a restaurant and Sharon began to take everything in. She just turned 2 but she could already speak very well and she was a fast learner. She was walking, eating on her own and started memorising her lullabies.
Mitchell and Clarice were smiling at their giggling daughter when they turned into the street to go home. They had not seen the dark figures that were covering on the ground over something. They turned their heads when the Griffins came closer and hissed. Mitchell stopped and pulled Clarice and Sharon back. One of the figures got up and took off his hood. Mitchell gasped and wanted to scream, but he couldn't. The man with the white skin and long blond hair smiled at him, but it was an evil smile. That is when Mitchell knew he would die. "Tötet sie!" the blond man ordered. Mitchell didn't understand what he said. He thought the figure spoke German. His sister was fluent in German. She would have been able to tell him. His sister... him and her had always been so close. She died just last year. Mitchell wondered if he would meet her in heaven. Would he go to heaven? What about Sharon? His little girl...
"Mitchell..." Clarice sobbed and not even one second later one of the figures stood next to her and bit her in the throat. Sharon fell to the ground and rolled into the heap of rubbish that lay on the street.
"Willst du sie, Orpheus?" Norman asked his king his mouth bloody from Clarices blood. Did he want the woman. Orpheus smiled and pulled back his hair. His cloak hardly moved and to Mitchell it looked as if he was hovering over the floor without touching it. He knew Clarice was dead. But he would soon see her again on the other side. Orpheus was disappointed about her death. He didn't get to taste her, because her heart was too weak for the stress and shock of the bite. He looked at Mitchell. The human gasped at the creatures eyes. Were they what he thought they were? But it was all fiction invented by Bram Stoker, right? Before he could answer his question the man opposite him rammed his fangs into his throat and Mitchell almost lost consciousness and fell to the ground. The last he saw was one of the figures carefully picking up Sharon from the rubbish and then he was gone with her. He didn't know why, but he felt that his little girl would survive.