I wasn't born this way, I was made. I had a choice, and I chose this path. To stay by the side of the one man who made me feel welcome and gave me a home. The one man I would call my father. That is, until I met him.
But it was a curse to be like me or them. A turned, you don't age, no children, nothing. Just stuck at the age you were turned. Its not something I would wish on anyone. You get lonely after a while, and finding company is dangerous. There are some who are either insane with blood lust from lack of control or find themselves so high and mighty them created their own way in life. Then in few cases you have the born, not every child survives the transformation. A women in labor about to give birth is bitten, and once her child is born the child is just like the creator, if the child survives.
Lets go back, way back, so you understand the history, my history and his, our story.
