Cain drove his car into the empty parking space at the Clan house. The word ‘house’ being an understatement, the building was a fortress with three floors and four different wings. It sat on over a hundred acres of land, surrounded by a forest of thick trees and a lake.
It was an old building, dating back as far as the 1800s before Cain’s time. It had already existed and been the Clan’s headquarters before Cain was even a Vampire, much less born for that matter.
In the past, almost all the vampires that belonged to this clan lived within these walls. It had quickly turned into a 24/7 drunkard’s heaven and brothel. Humans from the nearby cities disappeared without a trace by the hundreds. Until it began to raise suspicion.
Cain had been part of that life in his early days, but o
