The cool wind blew through the alleyway and created an icy chill over Svetlana. She grabbed her velvet bag, its contents heavy and cold against her. Inside were the ancient artifacts that had an unnatural energy. This energy and its dark magic held promise to both power and damnation. She had acquired it from an occultist, a man who spoke of ancient bloodlines and forbidden rituals. Even thought he warned Svetlana of the dangers, her ambition had dismissed these warnings. True power, untainted power, was within her grasp.

That night under the cloak of the moon, she performed the ritual. The air around her crackled with unseen energy, the shadows started to dance around her like evil spirits. As she finished the last incantation, a searing pain erupted within her... it was as if her soul was torn from her. She collapsed and passed out from the pain...

When she woke up, her world had changed. The colors seemed brighter, the sounds around her now more clear, and this new world around her had an energy that she had never experienced before. After a while, a sudden hunger fell over her... a craving for blood pulsed through her veins. At first she tried to resist the urge. She clung to the remnants of her humanity and was horrified by the creature she had become. But the hunger grew stronger, and more insistent. One night as she was driven by an insatiable thirst, she gave in...