Prologue
Blood bags trapped by those higher then us. Caught inside the wall that divides us with the freedom dwellers, unaware of the circumstances that others are faced by those monsters. They take what is not theirs and we can do nothing accept be owned, or kill our masters. Is it a crime to kill monsters? Or do we provide justice. Do they deserve our sympathy or do we do as we are told. That is the role they play as vampire hunters. And in a midst of the half moon the screams of a woman echoed through the wolfhound household. So much blood, the pools drip down the stairs, nothing they could. Couldn't move, all you can do is wait till death crepes up on you.