She told me to bring back what was lost, no matter how bad it was. The human population was going through the roof, mundanes were breeding like bunnies. Overjoyed with there present accomplishment of genocide against my species and the species of many others. We had become mythological creatures over the centuries, no millennia of the Purge, which they erased from there history with what might as well have been white out, Leaving only the dents from the pen, for what's left of us, to live in. We had been force to become, but breath and shadow. Accepting our fate of eventually breeding out into the endless ocean, that was the human populous.
So how was I supposed to bring back what was lost, when all I had to bring them back by was the myths and Legends that their own destroyers had created of them.
Vampires, were nothing like the sparkly, love struck idiots, they were made out to be these days, that much I knew. They were sophisticated and righteous hunters and irresistible char