100 years ago

Location Unknown

A bell dinged as he walking into the shop, as it did whenever he came in. His red hair was flowing in the cold winter wind, but it didn't affect him. To be honest, the heavy coat he was wearing was unnecessary, but he wore it anyway to at least resemble humans. He made his way to the desk, shedding the cumbersome coat in the process and throwing it on the coat rack.

A short man with a gray beard and unruly hair wobbled out of the back room at the sound of the ding, knowing who would be walking through his door in weather like this.

"Zelman Clock! How nice to see you." The short man hopped onto a stool behind the counter in hopes of seeing Zelman eye to eye, which wasn't very hard. Zelman wasn't that tall to begin with. "So, what can I do for ya?"

"What you always do, Roy." Why did he always ask when he already knew the answer? Zelman wanted information, and nothing else. He wasn't apart of any gossip circle, and needed someone to keep him up with everything going on in the world, and in this placce he chose Roy, a little old man with a rundown shop at the edge of town he somehow knew what was going on without being a welcomed member of the town.

"Anything specific you wanna know?"Zelman sighed and leaned against the counter.

"Is there something specific you had in mind?" Roy nodded, reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a mark on it. Zelman was unfamiliar with this mark, but nodded to urge the man to continue.

"This mark had caused quite an uproar in Western Europe. People are going from all over just to get to the United Kingdom." Zelman nodded, studying the mark.

"This mark means that someone carries the bloodline." Zelman looked up at that. He had never heard of a bloodline that left a mark. Especially not one like this. The shape was basic yet strange, and it unnerved him a bit.

"What bloodline?" Roy smiled big, showing his rotting teeth.

"The Bloodline of the Goddess, Tara." Zelman had never heard of such a bloodline. Surely he would have by now? It must be an ancient bloodline to have derived from a goddess.

"I see your confusion. Let me explain what I know." He hopped off of the stool and grabbed a book. "There have been sightings of this mark before this. It is an ancient mark that Tara used to mark her children. However, her children are few and far between. Even more than that, her children are human."

That shocked the red head. If they were human how did they have a bloodline?

"She believed that humans were the only ones who could handle such a job. She blessed them with supernatural powers, and left her mark to differentiate between humans and her own. The job she had given them was to cleanse the soul of those who are lost. After a war she had died, but her bloodline continued through the humans. Her children had children of their own, and were born with the mark somewhere on their body.

"Her children were far from immortal, but they could live far longer than any normal human, though how long has still yet to be seen. They however have lost sight of their mission given to them by the goddess, and have lived among humans relatively peacefully, until now. Some one discovered that through a ritual, they could be granted enormous power. All it takes is the sacrifice of a vampire and a human of Tara's bloodline."

Zelman took a moment to process this. This was the most exciting any news from Roy had ever been. It was definately interesting to say the least. A human with a goddesses blood coursing through their veins. People must be killing them off left and right. Sooner or later there would be none left, and he was guessing it would be soon they would all die out.

"Does the person need to be human?" Roy shook his head, smile still intact.

"No. Vampire or human, this ritual works on both. I don't know too much more about it, but I do know that there is another way to find someone of the bloodline."

"Oh?"

"Yes, yes, it's quite interesting is it not? No one had even known of this until recently. I personally had to look up a large amount of information in order to know as much as I do. This book has been in storage as long as I've owned this shop, which is a long time. This book speaks of many different bloodlines, including your own."

Zelman's eyes narrowed at that. What went on with his bloodline was his own business, not this little man's. He wasn't fond of their being information on the topic, but this man was proving useful, so he would let it slide for now.

"You see, Tara knew that finding those lost souls, and so she gave their blood a little perk. Some were designed for humans, others for vampires. Either way, they needed something to attract one or the other depending on what they were given. If one was destined to find a human, they are given beauty beyond compare to attract the lost soul. If they are meant to attract a vampire, their blood sings."

"Sings? What do you mean by it sings?" Roy laughed to himself. Apparently he was finding this whole situation hilarious in some way.

"Yes, it sings. Whatever will draw the lost soul to them is what it will project in hopes of luring them into cleansing. Most don't even know they're cleansing until the soul has been restored. It's marvelous really. Not only that, but it says their blood is delicious. Even he blood of nonvirgins tastes excuisite. This isn't in the book, but I think the descendants of Tara's bloodline cannot die until they cleanse who they are meant to cleanse. Then they're like any other human. That's what I think."

Zelman nodded his head. How interesting, that they are such people in the world, and they are attempting to lead those that are lost into the light. Perhaps he would have the honor of meeting one. Maybe his soul is one that needs cleansing. Even so, he could not imagine these people being immortal for the sake of a lost soul. It was a thought that he found hard to believe, but he didn't know much about the topic.

"Is that all, Roy?" Roy nodded and stuck out his hand, waiting for payment. Zelman pulled a small sack out of his bag and placed in the man's hand. Roy dumped the currency onto the counter and counted it, making sure it was all there. Zelman grabbed his coat, turned and began to leave before Roy's voice made him pause.

"Are you going to look for Tara's bloodline?" Zelman smirked, showing his fangs.

"I don't need the help of some human to be powerful." With that he walked out of the shop and into the cold winter air. He was still smirking, fangs elongated at the thought of power. He didn't need the help of Tara's bloodline to be powerful because he was strong enough on his own. His own bloodline was all he needed to be strong.

Hey, this is just a little story I wanted to tell. Not super long or good but it helps in a sense to understand where I'm going with this. Also, the Goddess Tara is someone I found on google. I looked up Asura and found the goddess of healing from the same religion (at least I hope) so don't quote me on any of this. This was all something I found and worked with if there are any corrections feel free to review or message me. This isn't all relyable info like I said but even if it's wrong try to over look it, please?