It was 1421, the peasant once known as Carlo De'Rossie was sitting in the scums of Venice with the other urchins in the street. He was a quite gorgeous specimen if not caked with dirt and filth. It was amazing how he lived to be the age of seventeen, not many did. But the boy was reaching his last few breaths as he stared out into the dark night barely lit by touches.

"Si prega di Dio, salvare la mia anima.*" He said in a faint whisper.

His eyes slowly closed before he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He could feel his life being drained. Within minutes his body was completely drained and tossed to the side like garbage.

"Dio non ti prenderà così presto, figlio mio" The man wiped the blood away from the corners of his mouth with a Scarlet cloth before placing it back in his pocket. The man took out a knife and slit his own wrist before placing it in the boy's mouth. The dark red liquid poured down his throat like a fine wine that was produced within the vineyards of France.

He began to breathe once again as the blood settled into his system, reviving his undead body. The Man chuckled as he ordered his servants to carry the boy's unconscious body back to Maniero Dello Spirito.

He woke up, startled in the Blood Quarter, underground in the dungeons with many skeletons littering the room among many decomposing men and women hanging by their feet or hands from chains.

The door opened and revealed a somewhat large man with glowing red eyes, a scruffy beard with long hair and a nobleman's clothing.

Carlo tried in vain to move away as the demon got closer to him before he was cornered.

"What's your name, boy?" He growled sightly as Carlo shook in fear.

"C-Carlo De'Rossie." He squeaked out not wanting to anger the man.

"Stand straight. You will act like a noble now, not some peasant off the street." The man barked at him, his sharpened teeth showed to Carlo.

He quickly did as he was told and looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'm your turner. Count Viscardi Fontana. You best change your name young one, Carlo De'Rossie is now dead. You are now Sirius Fontana, fourth child of Viscardi and Camelia Fontana." The count said as he gripped onto his wrist and inspecting him closely.

"We will need to clean you up though. No lady will want a sir looking like this do they?" Viscardi laughed out as he patted his new son on the back before cutting the rope binding him to the table with a simple motion of his finger. "Let us go and let Maria draw the water and have Allegra wash you."

Maria stood there stoically with a black blindfold on and multiple pails of water. Allegra was smiling with her white blindfold as she poured the pails of water into a wooden tub. Never had Sirius felt this relaxed and fresh before. The water was warm like a summer breeze and the scent of roses filled his senses and intoxicated him.

The filth built upon the boy was cleaned away leaving him with now flawless olive tanned skin and fresh black hair that reached his mid back. Maria was ready, standing closely with his noblemen's clothes in hand as Allegra patted him dry with a towel. The attire was fitted to him but a tad loose in the waist area, the fabric was luxurious velvet and colored a shade of maroon.

After he was dressed Maria and Allegra lead him down to his chambers, then to the main room.

"Viscardi, as ruler of this house you know it is difficult to keep track of all of the fledglings you bring in this palac- My, he's absolutely stunning." The young girl stopped her rant at the count being distracted by the new 'fledgling'. She blinked a few times before remembering. "I am Princess Foirella Fontana. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Nobleman Sirius." She curtsied and tilted her head showing her bite marks... Bite marks.

Sirius bowed and took the girl's hand and lightly kissed it. "The pleasure is all mine, Princess."

The little girl's cheeks flushed a bright crimson. "Congratulations Viscardi.. We can keep this one." Her voice was sweet like sugarcane and as delicate as a summer rose.

There were eight others in the room, three of which including Fiorella claimed to be his siblings. A young adult woman who would most likely be in her late twenties was his mother and finally Viscardi, the father.

"Allow me to introduce your new brother and sisters." He pointed his hand at a tall grinning man who looked to be around twenty with shimmering red eyes and shaggy brunette hair, sipping on red wine. "This is Vincent, the handsome bachelor of Venice."

Then he pointed at a lovely woman who would be around nineteen with deep ruby eyes and Blonde hair neatly tied into a fishtail braid, fanning herself as she looked out the window. "Anastasia, the beauty of Paris."

His hand then gestured to the cheeky little girl who was smiling delightfully, her red eyes beaming at him as her hair was tied into a neat bun. "Fiorella, the Princess. She is the oldest of us as well."

Sirius raised an eyebrow at his new 'father', whom only laughed. "You aren't human anymore my son. You are now an undead and she is an original." Viscardi motions to the older woman then embraced her lovingly. "And this is my eternal love, Camelia."

The woman rubbed her cheek in his hand before kissing him. "You are now Sirius, The Prince." He announced with a proud smile as she walked over towards him and cupped his cheeks with her hands. Embracing him like a tender mother.

"Sir. What exactly are you all?" Sirius looked around as Anastasia licked her lips at the sight of a well-built middle-class man walking past the house.

"What WE are. We are the immortal creatures of the night. We are the Vampires." The vampire lord said with a swelling pride. The princess next to him sighed and opened her fan, masking her face with it.

"It is true, we are Vampires. You; my dear boy... are our newest darling. I have no doubt that you will be a heartbreaker as all of my creations are" She tilted the new vampire's chin up with her index finger. "Quite a powerful one at that."

"Excuse me... Madam Fiorella, What exactly do you mean by 'power'?" Sirius said as he held her hand for a slight moment before letting go, even touching her velvet hand felt like a sin against humanity.

"My dear child..." She said as she took his hand once more. Vampires are gifted with a special gift upon their transformation. Within my Bloodline, all are exceptionally potent with power. Anastasia has the gift of ethereal beauty while Camelia can make portals by tearing the seams of reality in two places. I can shift weapons from the blood of anyone..." She said as she closed the fan, blood crept from the floor and formed upon her hands before crystalizing upon her fingertips with a black and maroon sheen within the light. "Your power though is one of the rarest... Laikas the Goddess of Time must've taken a great liking to you. I'd use it wisely young boy. And with that.. I welcome you to undeath, my beloved Sirius." Fiorella gave me a smile before she stood up and curtsied.

The Vampire who is now known as Sirius Fontana, the newest of the Original Bloodline, would soon find out that this life will be pain and agony throughout his many centuries of undeath. 

*"God Please save my soul."

*"God will not take you so soon, my son."