My dear child born during the coldest winter, let me tell you a tale of terrible woe wrought by hate and fear. For this is a sad story that questions our beliefs in what we believed to be good and bad, of the right and wrong, of the monster that we fear and the monsters that already walk among us disguised as man.
We begin deep in the cemetery of a forgotten and nameless crypt. There lie a tomb that houses an unearthly creature whom prowls at night and feasts on children. Terrible as it may sound, the town’s fears rallies its frightened inhabitants into a mob of pistols and stakes, believing this to be the work of a demon known as the vampyre.
Once a lonely lady ostracized and exiled for her infidelity, the once meek and mannered immigrant slaved embraced the promises of the nocturnal and resurrected into a new woman of unbridled power and overt sexuality. Fear was her aura and in her free bearings woke at the last remnants of