It was a cold winters night in the year 1940. The soldiers were knocking on every door, looking for their next meal.
you see they weren't normal soldiers, they were vampires. Turned by their leader Nicklaus, the Great vampire King of the northern borders, he was also the oldest vampire to ever exist.
Nicklaus must have been a 1000 years old. But he didn't look a day over 30, with his rugged looks and bulking body. If he wasn't a vampire, and a mean one at that, I would've found him really hot. But alas his behaviour made him more of a beast than a man, and not in a good way.
But enough about him, let me introduce myself.
My name is Elizabeth Rose, last daughter of the Rose family. 20 years ago my parents were brutally murdered by, you guessed it, Nicklaus the Great. So maybe now you know why I hate his guts.
The Rose family was a wealthy family, my great great grandparents started a business and let's just say it made a good money. but after my parents were murdered Nicklaus, took all the money and left me with nothing in my name, not even a place to rest my head.