Prelog
It was the early 1800's, the exact date I don't really recall. I was a fairly new vampire; I had been turned by a man who I thought would love me forever. He told me his secrets and convinced me to turn; little did I know that he was simply creating an army. Neither he nor the army lasted very long, but yet I was stuck with an eternity of self-loathing, misery and the constant hunger for blood. I had never wanted this; I never knew that the hunger would take over my life. There were certain parts about being a vampire that came in handy, the heightened senses, the ability to rule out all your emotions, the speed. But when you give yourself over to the blood you lose yourself, you lose the ability to love and to feel compassion and that was one thing I could not live without. There were other ways, I had discovered, you could feed on people who were already dead, or on the evil of the world. I had tried it all. Even feeding on animals but I was simply not strong enough. I promised myself not to give myself over, not to kill the innocent and to try and find a way to live as a vampire but with my humanity intact. Along the way I met several beings who could simply not deal with their humanity. With heightened senses came heightened emotions, which they could not suppress.
I was one of the strongest for I had the strength to be myself, but to feed on the blood, I had the greatest power of all the beings of the world and that was the power to love.
It was the early 1800's, the exact date I don't really recall, but on that day I met a man, who would change not only for himself but for the love of a woman, for my love.