It starts up a few ways on a mountain, an enchanting brick house that has sat strong for a century or two. Time isn't too far ahead, farther in the past. Magic used to be more widely accepted in this world, but slowly died as an age of peace and humanity began to fill the lands. Magic is still very much alive, about as much as the black market is a secret. Creatures that are often told, and not too unheard of makes for an endearing and painful world we live in.

This story stars and will end with a small family of vampires. An elderly vampire who holds to his dear grand children close and safe with him in these mountains. He is alone, his wife had long passed and his time is coming soon. Many do not know of his story, his existence, or his dreams for his children. His wish to leave his children in the care of a servant would of been ideal, but that along wouldn't keep his children safe nor help support them. He needed someone, and something on a short notice that could keep his children safe. He searched through the black market himself.

The black market was filled with all sorts of items and creatures. Mercenaries, monsters of hire, and servants that were held for criminal actions and debt. He required something binding by contract, someone that could fight, someone that would not leave or harm his family when he couldn't stay any longer. A magical collar and words signed in blood would ensue just that.

He took him/her home and adjusted them to their new life style. Though they were there for protection he wanted to know that he could feed his children, teach them, get along well and feel at ease knowing that they would have a chance in this world. His final moments on his bed, his last act was to hand his servant his silver necklace. It held a round locket that could be opened, though it was difficult for most to open "I want you to soak this in water..." were his instructions.

After his pass it took a day, confusion and wondering what to do before giving the necklace a dip in a cup of water. The inscriptions on the back of the locket read "Thirsty" which only made the curiosity stronger. Just as the necklace was given a drop, the shadow of the servant would rise and form a being unlike any other. A physical shadow figure, too dark for any bodily features to be seen, yet a glare of its eyes could be felt. The youngest child came running towards the shadow with a smile and his arms out towards it "Aunt Ami!"

Unsure how to react to the shadow figure, puzzlement, yet the shadow turned and squatted down before the child to return a welcomed hug. Standing back up with the small child in her arms it spoke towards the servant just as it began to re-shape and color itself to a more humaoid form and speak "Looks like you're the slave that's met with a terrible fate, am I correct?"