Nightime is a mysterious thing. Eyes lurk in the shadows for some, while the darkness is a welcome for others. My name is Raven Salyers. To outsiders, I am a Goddess of the Night. To my followers, Queen of the Damned. My eyes are as dark as they are mysterious. My hair flows in long dark waves. As for my attire, combat boots and chains were a major part of my look. Everything I wore was black. For those that do not know me I will explain. It was a long time ago, America had just declared war on Germany. I was a young Russian princess and had everything I could ever dream of. But being the youngest in my family, I was unable to wed. So, in a hasty decision with my secret love, we eloped to America. But not long after, he caught the Spanish Influenza and fell fatally ill, costing him his life. Effectively leaving me all alone in this strange new world. But do not pity me, for soon love came and found me. Just not in the way I expected.

1918. It was a dark night in what now would be New York. Seriously, you think there would be at least one light on. Wrong. It was PITCH BLACK. I mean, being royalty, we are taught to have no fear but I would still like the luxury of being able to see. I had been walking down the same street for the past half hour. Just wandering. I had nothing more important to do but mope around on the streets. Would you have something to do if your life plans just got ruined and now you are stranded all alone in an unfamiliar place? I thought not. As I was saying, I continued my walking until I hit something as hard as a wall. If you guessed it was a dead end, then guess what? You're right. Congradufuckulations. It was when I was peeling myself off of that wall that I heard a commotion down the alley next to me. I know most people would think ' Hey! Don't go down that alley! Something bad is going to happen!' Well, two points for you. I thought my life couldn't possibly get any worse. Boy was I wrong. Following the noise, I saw a small huddled figure over in the corner on my right. Slowly, I edged toward it. Staying in the shadows, I watched mesmerized. When my presence still went unnoticed, curiosity got the better of me. I did the most stupidest thing in the world. I went up and tapped it on the shoulder and asked,"Are you alright?" The figured whirled on me faster than I could blink. Standing at its full height, It towered over me by at least a foot. It was a man that wore a floor length black trench coat. He had long black hair that went past his ears and curved at the ends. But what really had me frozen in place was his eyes. At first they were a surprised blue. Then they switched to a fiery red. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Red. Red. I wanted to run but fear held me firmly in place. He slunk foward in an action that reminded me of a predator stalking its prey. As he came closer, I could see two sharp fangs gleaming from his smirk. He stepped so close to me that I could feel his breath on my skin. I shivered involuntarly. His eyes still connected with mine, his mouth lowered to my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath when pain exploded through my body. Then nothing but darkness as it flooded my vision, then my entire body.