Prologue.

The Hunt and its excitement defines us. Running through the forest at speeds that basically make us appear as a blur, we chased after our quarry. The Deer was pretty quick dodging through the woods pretty quick. But that being said it just was no match for us. For we are Vampires. I put on a burst of speed and leapt at the Deer, catching it with ease & immediately snapping its neck to avoid unnecessary pain and struggle. Then drinking my fill from its neck, its blood still warm and alive, till I've had my fill.

Once I'm done I walk away from the carcass to the river nearby. The moon is full tonight, I look at it, its cold light entrances me as but i so feel it's loneliness, as if it were my own. I've lived countless centuries on my own & I really feel old now, just remembering how many times I've seen the moon as I see it now. It almost feels human, but I'm pretty sure I've lost most of my humanity centuries ago, but I still remember how it was.

My name is Quinn Ryan. Atleast, that's what they call me now. I wasn't always thus though. My real name used to be Quintus Marcus Días, Centurión on the Román Legión, but that was ages ago. Now I'm just a businessman like most others of my kind. I am what you'd call an Ancient, as far as Vampires are concerned. The powers I have are above and beyond your reckoning, let's just leave it at that for now.

I can still remember it as if it happened yesterday, the day I was created for the lack of a better term. It was a moonlit night same as today.