Growing up, Mary was raised by her mother in a small town called Ravenwood, an old name passed on for centuries in Northern America. Even though her home life was great & they didn't worry about much, Mary had always felt a bit lonely since her father left. She never knew why he did, but every year, she'd wait for him to come back until she was twenty. On that fateful day, Mary went to the woods, sat down, lit a candle the same as every year, only this time, a shadowy, slim figure appeared with skin as pale as snow & eyes as red as rubys pinned her down before things got really complicated & she fled. Who was that woman? Mary, who always hated the imaginary concept of vampires growing up was shaken by the thought & knew she needed to figure out if what she saw was true, or if those eyes could follow her gaze one more time.