Foreword

Vampires are real. They are living (somewhat) breathing creatures like you and me. The virus has spread for centuries, giving it's victims with an incomprehensible blood-lust, striking fear into the hearts of "mortals". Hunters haven risen up to kill the infected, leaving these creatures of the night in the darkness. But they aren't all evil. Some are just ordinary people who fell victim to a simple disease. They kill and injure merely to keep living. They feel sorrow. They feel love. They feel pain. They just need to keep living. How do I know this?
Because I am one.

My sister needs me now. And so do others. Hunters are still living on. Being a vampire can be so tiresome.

And don't even get me started on werewolves.