It's been eight years since I've seen him last eight years of running, hiding, alone. "Will he return?" I ask myself every day before I go to sleep with the fear that I might be left with the memory of him. I carry twin swords on my back and my knife in my boot, my father gave them to me when I was three and I never go anywhere without them. Ever. I carry my swords and my knife to protect myself from Vampire Hunters and they tend to find me when I'm in trouble and I can't get myself out no matter what.

I fear the Vampire Hunters, of course, that's to be expected because, I am a vampire, I'm a mix-blooded vampire, half cold, half warm. My name? It's Layla Drakamire Setherin. The daughter of King Tetsuya and Queen Lyra Setherin.

I was born on October 31, 1823, All Hallows Eve and I'm seventeen years old. I've been looking for my elder brother, Takeshi, since I was nine years old, since my parents were killed by Vampire Hunters.

It's night and I'm prowling looking for someone to fest on, I never really liked human blood but being a vampire, it's all I can have since my body will reject human food.

I find a drunken man sleeping peacefully next to a bunch of garbage bags, the stench alone makes me decide to seek better prey. Once I do I drink her body dry of her blood. A whore will only be missed by her owner and customers and she willingly gave herself up only to end her suffering.

For her willingness I bury her nicely in the forest after I drink her blood then I move on and try to seek shelter. I find a house that I haven't been to in three years, one owned by an old lady who took me in when I was fleeing the hunters.

I go and knock on the door hoping she's still here and will let me in. A moment later and an old human lady opens the door, in the sweetest voice ever heard she asks…

"Lyra? Is that you dear?"