A Fatal Mistake

“You want to negotiate?” Andrew laughs, a sound like breaking glass. “How delightfully naive. Very well, let me make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

Before you can react, Andrew moves with inhuman speed. His hypnotic gaze locks onto yours, and you feel your will crumbling under the weight of centuries of predatory cunning.

“You have spirit,” Andrew says as your resistance fades. “You would make an excellent addition to my family. Think of it – eternal life, unlimited power, freedom from all human weakness and mortality.”

The last thing you remember as a human is the sharp pain in your neck, followed by an overwhelming sense of transformation. When you wake, the sun burns your eyes and the scent of blood fills your nostrils with hunger rather than horror.

Blackpool has gained a new vampire, and lost its greatest hope for salvation. Sometimes, even heroes can fall to the darkness they sought to destroy.