The year is 1543, the moon is high up in the sky and the sound of a string band could be heard through the yard. The guests are drinking, laughing in their finest suits and most beautiful gowns. Sebastian Smythe is a young lord, twenty years old and full of promise in following in his father's footsteps. Many dames have offered their daughter's hand in marriage towards the Smythe family out of promise of wealth and stability for both parties. It was never something Sebastian was interested in himself, he was a young man and idea of marriage didn't appeal to him. He wanted to see the world, meet new people. He didn't want to be tied down and forced into the pressure of having a family.

It was on that night he met someone who could promise this to him. A slightly older man, with slicked back hair and an easy smile, one he was using to charm the guest of his tales of travelling. Intrigued Sebastian made his way forward to the crowd, his eyes fell on the attractive man, realising how it was instantly. Cooper Anderson. He had grown up with the family, each hoping to marry their children off to each other but unfortunately both only had sons.

Their eyes met and Cooper excuses himself from the group, much to many of the women's disappointment. It was no secret that Cooper was still single, much to the disappointment of his mother. There was even more pressure on Cooper's shoulders to marry since his brother's outlandish suggestion that he was a homosexual. His utter resistance and little respect to their family orders was something that made Sebastian instantly drawn to him, both of them sharing a connection.

They left the main area of the party, moving a more secluded part of the garden allowing them the chance to talk freely to each other and away from prying ears.

"Cooper, do tell me how you left for five years but come back looking no older?" Sebastian asked, an easy smile on his lips. One that only came when around Cooper.

"I've got something to show you, something I doubt you will believe," he said, a tone that drew Sebastian in to the conversation immediately He nodded and Cooper closed his eyes and bared his teeth. Sebastian was fascinated as his top canine teeth grew longer.

"How?"

"I've learned the art of how to become immortal, this means I'll never have to abide to my mother's wishes. I can choose my own path, and keep my looks. The only price is the vicious thirst you have for the blood of others."

Sebastian eyes grew, eternal youth. It sounded like a dream. "I want it."

Cooper stared at him, looking for any signs of hesitation but nodded and drew him close to him. Tilting the younger man's head up for access to his neck. "Very well," he breathed before plunging his sharpen canines into the soft flesh of the other's neck. It took all of Cooper's will power not to stay any longer than necessary for the process to work.

He watched as Sebastian's body convulsed, his head tipping backwards as his body broke and changed into the new life it was given. He watched as the canines grew, he watched as the eyes died of any life and came back with the twisted darken life of being newly reborn.

Over the years the two spent together they grew closer, taking comfort in each other presence watching the world change before them. They've seen more wars than they could count, see the world's view change before their eyes their tolerance of things changing. Seen the wave of new technology, styles changing and the role of women coming to a front. All of it fascinated Sebastian, but bored Cooper. He didn't care for the change in society but the people he met. Always making room for someone to share his beds with. This was something Sebastian followed in, finding men and making them question themselves and their beliefs. The nights in which none of them could find someone to warm their beds they turned to each other. Neither of them looking for more than a hook up. They didn't do love, love only meant crushing hearts once the partner died. They would age while they wouldn't and that took too much explaining than what it was worth.

Then the 2000s rolled around. Homosexuality had been legal for decades, no longer seen as a mental disorder and was widely accepted. There was protests for equal marriage, but the main thing that changed was people's awareness of the supernatural. They were the new victims of prejudice. Seen as monster, seen as something to be destroyed or worse put in cages so they weren't a danger to society.

The werewolf hunts of 2001 shook the world. People had been exiled, shot in public with special bullets of pure silver. Academies have been set up as a way of training new generations into dealing with the new threat of humanity. Sebastian had watched with wide eyes seeing friends killed in the street out of association with a werewolf.

Cooper had left him in 2003. He said he couldn't watched this any more, the both of them being together was a threat. He felt like it was too obvious, that they would be discovered and that would be it. Cooper wanted to keep the life he choose and Sebastian didn't blame him. So when he came home one night and saw the empty shelves and wardrobe he did nothing. Merely just whispered a goodbye to the empty space.

He lived the next ten years moving around towns, building up a reputation under different names. Sleeping his way round towns, hearing gossip and underground talk of a supernatural rebellion. A rebellion against the government, out right war. The idea of challenging views, defending himself against the views of what the government thought to be normal and what was acceptable inspired Sebastian to join. Over the centuries he had been alive he had seen how change was possible, it could happen.

It was something he was determined to see, no matter how attractive a certain hunter might be.