"Blood of lover, sweet and pure…
Completes the change, strong and sure…"
It is written in the vampire histories that the first of our kind was Caine. For his crimes against man, he was punished by God to walk the night, ravenous for the blood of human beings. Throughout our long memory, we have stalked humans, taking our nourishment from their life force: blood. One generation, many millennia ago, was particularly insatiable. The Antediluvians, as Caine's thirteen grandchildren came to be known, began creating new lives with reckless abandon. When the children of Caine began to flaunt their power, they were struck down with a punishment from God. He cursed forever their ability to create more vampires. This curse has carried through the millennia to us today: we can only create another with our first immortal kiss. In addition, our kiss must be taken from someone who is dear to us.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Vampire novels written, and this is an original story. This is not based on anything by Stephenie Meyer or Anne Rice, so please do not say this is not as good as their work or such. Please read and review this introduction, and then the first chapter. This is still a rough idea and will get better with time and work.