If you were looking out of your window on May 16, 1348 in London, England you may have spotted a rather fat man running wildly down the street. Of course most people had their doors locked and their shutters closed; they wanted the physical barriers up to try and save themselves from the Black Death, of course this wasn't working as well over one half of England's population had already died of the plague. This is why the portly man was running so quickly through the dirty streets.
The sun was just beginning to set, he needed to get a hold of these "people" if you could call them that, before nightfall, he didn't want to miss them leaving the house. When he arrived at the small quaint house he hurried up the steps and knocked loudly. Biting his lip he waited, his body wouldn't calm down, he was feeling all sorts of fear, fear of sickness, fear of death, fear of loss. He needed to save her.
The door opened, and a young man stood in the doorway. Tall, blonde and handsome the man glared at the other man, "What do you want?" he asked bluntly.
"Please, I need your help!" The fat man pleaded. "She's dying, and I know what you and your companion are. I know you can save her!" He wailed.
"Shut up would you. Don't want everyone knowing these things." The blonde man opened the door wider to let the fat man inside. "I will call my companion, he will be able to judge the circumstances, if he finds your problem is unworthy, we will eat you." The blonde man stated simply, he then called up the stairs, "Godric, there is a human here claiming we need to save someone, but I'm hungry, so may I eat him?"
The fat man blubbered, "Please if you must eat me, at least save my daughter."
"I said shut up."
"What is the problem, Eric?" A man who looked younger than the blonde man, Eric presumably, entered the room, he must be Godric.
"This man came here, knocking on the door like a lunatic, and demanded we help save his daughter, apparently he knows what we are and thinks we can save her." Eric summed up. "Also I'm hungry."
"Hmm, I see." Godric eyed the fat man standing in the middle of the parlor. "What is your name?"
"Osmond Cutbert." The man, Osmond replied dutifully.
"Alright, Osmond, if apparently you know what we are, why would you come wandering into our nest?" The two men leered at Osmond.
"Please, my daughter has caught the Black Death. I do not wish for her to die. She had dreams to see the world, to explore every corner of the globe, to get out of this God forsaken country. I cannot let her die here." Osmond quietly told them.
"Well, take us to her. Don't worry, I won't let Eric here eat you just yet." Godric smiled at him.
Osmond nodded and began leading the two men out of the house.
"What are you playing at Godric?" Eric demanded.
"Where's the harm in a little fun? Lighten up Eric. Besides maybe this girl will be worth turning, you're nearly ready to become a maker."
Eric fell silent. Becoming a maker was a big responsibility; taking charge of a fledgling could prove disastrous.
They followed Osmond until they reached a hovel of a house. They could smell the sickness, no wonder the girl had fallen ill. Inside the house there were a few blankets spread upon the dirt floor and a girl was laying on them. Her blonde hair was dirty, her skin a greyish color, with black bruises marring it, she had the tale-tell signs of plague upon her, the buboes covered her skin disfiguring her greatly.
Eric was suddenly filled with pity for the poor girl who had dreams of exploring the world, and was now about to die from this unfortunate disease. He looked over at Godric who had wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's up to you Eric." He said.
"Why can't you turn her, Godric?" Eric asked. "I do not feel ready."
"You know I've had plans for Nora, I plan on executing them quite soon, and I won't have time for two young ones at the same time. Too much could go wrong."
Eric nodded, then you looked at Osmond, "You do realize what your daughter will become if I save her?"
"Yes," Osmond whispered, "She will be vampire."
"That's right, cursed into the eternal night forever." Eric said.
"But then she can chose when she wants to end her life. If she does not want to be vampire, she can choose to kill herself. She will not die of the Black Death." Osmond cried silently as he gazed at her daughter.
"So be it." Eric breathed, and then with lightening speed he was beside the girl. "What's her name?"
"Roslyn."
Eric's hand gently caressed her face, "Roslyn, welcome to a new life." Click, then he sunk his fangs into the girls soft neck.