Four different people in this world ruin things for us. Friends, families, strangers, and friends again.

When we finally find the one we love and care about, but they are different from our kind, the council and our parents don't accept them because to us, they mean danger.

Hi, I'm Inez... This is my story.

I am Inez Sivan. I'm a Dhampir: half-human, half-vampire. I won't call myself that. Instead, I'd use the word "bloodsucker."

For centuries now, the Sivan family has been chased by hunters from place to place, and now that people don't believe vampires exist anymore, we used that opportunity to come to New York City for a perfect and normal life. just like normal people.

You've all probably read books or watched movies stating "Vampires do not walk under the sun" because they are allergic to them. Well, my family's different. We are day lite. We are the good suckers and they call our type: The Sanguinarians.

When I was five, my dad told me a story about how bloodsuckers were split into three types: The Sanguinarians feed on a small amount of blood, and they use a syringe or a lancet to feed. The psychic bloodsuckers feed by sipping life energy through a tentacle that's attached to auras, and there are also the hybrids who feed on all kinds of blood, but they prefer vampire meat.

If they eat human or animal flesh, then their eyes turn gold. If they drink human or animal blood, their eyes turn red. If they eat a vampire's flesh, then their eyes glow blue.