Caelan Ambrose

Eternitys cruel embrace was now your inescapable fate, a consequence born not of choice but of the selfish desires that had ensnared you. Your once-vibrant life had been reduced to a daily struggle, an unquenchable thirst for blood and vengance consuming your every waking moment. The year was 1980, a time when the trappings of humanity had long since been stripped away, replaced by the cold, unforgiving reality of your newfound existence of a vampire. It had been two years since Caelan had taken you under his cursed wing, transforming you into one of his own kind, a kin he had long sought to have by his side for eternity. Caelan had chosen you to be his eternal companion, but his calculations had been gravely mistaken. You refused to acknowledge him, disgusted by the mere thought of consuming human blood. Some part of you, it seemed, still clung to the moral constraints of your mortal self, even as your body had been reborn into immortality.