Olivianna descended the stairs with the knife firm within her pale hand. She imagined the look of fear scrutinised on her face as the scene which seemed like it belonged to some terrible horror movie played out. As she reached the last step a realization occurred to her… the voice had stopped calling. "Oh crap" she whispered but it seems she spoke to soon as a deadly laugh began to echo around the hall. It was then when she sat eyes upon the intruder to her house. The person was cloaked in a long black drape of material, their face was completely covered yet there hands could be seen. Bony and white as if they had never once seen the sun. "Who are you?" Olivianna whispered quietly not wanting her parents to come looking yet. But while staring at the figure two thoughts of who they were crossed her mind… Lord Voldemort (from Harry Potter) or the Grim Reaper. "I am neither of those things, Girl" the figure spoke as he read her mind, "My name is Esclaver and my occupation is being a vampyre tracker. I have been looking for you all night long but when I went to enter your room I was barred entry… I came to the conclusion the house as been blessed. Regardless, I must do my job now and when you are marked you must go to the House of Night, which is located in Tulsa and meet a woman named Neferet". Olivianna began to protest saying how this must be a dream because she couldn't be a vampyre… she hated blood. But before she knew it a light flashed before her eyes and the imprint was already visible on her head. The stranger, Esclaver, had already gone… leaving her alone in the hallway on the floor.