ONCE UPON A TIME, there had once been an ancient civilization of vampires in a small country in Europe. Like any other civilization, there was royalty amongst the rest of the vampires. Queen Ambrosia was the mother to all vampires, and it was unclear where she came from or how long she had lived. To many of those who had researched the long-gone civilization, it was unknown how the first vampire had been brought to life. Nowadays, vampires were as fictional as zombies and werewolves to the modern civilization.

Truthfully, very little humans have ever heard of the lost civilization, especially as war decimated its history. It wasn't that purebred vampires were impossible to kill, it was hard, but it could be done. Queen Ambrosia's country could not coexist with its neighboring humans as human lives were taken by Ambrosia's people. In return, the humans had waged a long and brutal war in retaliation. In the end, the humans had won.

The Queen was dead but her legacy had lived on. For the vampires that had managed to escape, they had brought along Ambrosia's three daughters. The survivors had embarked on an adventure to the New World, which was now known as the Americas.

The Queen's personal advisor and servant, Jareth, was among the few survivors. For the three young girls, Jareth had become their guardian. Ambrosia's firstborn, Clarinda, was the rightful heir to the devastated kingdom. Jareth had always had a bit more trouble with Clarinda compared to her younger sisters, as the eldest was quite rebellious and sophomoric. Wherever they had stayed, Clarinda had sparked chaos in the towns and villages they had hidden in.

"You mustn't cause any more deaths, Clarinda! We're supposed to be hiding!" Jareth would reprimand the eldest princess, who simply huffed in response.

"Well, how else do we feed?" Clarinda inquired, crossing her pale arms.

"I have that figured out, so you must not worry!" Jareth replied. Clarinda was never easy, but her sisters were simpler.

The three sisters had different fathers, concubines, and fledglings of hers. The second-born child was Arabella, who was cunning, reticent, and apathetic. But truthfully, all the girls had grown quite apathetic. How could they relate to humans when they never were one? To the girls, humans were responsible for the deaths of their mother and kingdom.

Sometimes, Jareth would have to worry when Arabella and Clarinda decided to scheme together. Clarinda would fire an idea for a gruesome plan, and Arabella knew how to execute it. The sisters had been responsible for some undisclosed vicious murders in the Jacobean era in England. They had become adept at hiding their tracks, especially since they had to be careful. After the succession of King James I, persecution of witchcraft was on the rise. The last thing the sisters needed was to be prosecuted.

"Did you burn the bodies?" Clarinda questioned Arabella, who simply smirked in response.

The olive-skinned girl nodded, flipping her curled obsidian locks, "Of course I did, sister. It's not like these imbeciles will figure out how these people died anyway!"

Clarinda chuckled, "You're not wrong."

The youngest child of Queen Ambrosia was Victoria. Victoria was as intelligent as her elder sisters, sympathetic, and gracious. When her sisters became a bit too bloodthirsty, she'd be the voice of reason.

"We have to leave," Victoria informs her sisters, brushing her light brown hair away from her face. It was dark night in September in the year of 1620, and Jareth had another plan.

"Why?" Clarinda challenged, her piercing blue eyes seemed to glow.

"Jareth said. We're boarding a ship called the Mayflower," Victoria explained, tugging on Arabella's arm.

"Hold on," Arabella replies, standing up from her chair.

That night, sisters took very little belongings and left with Jareth onto the ship during the night.

"Girls, I have four rings. You must never take them off because they are vital to your life," Jareth explained, holding out three intricate yet beautiful silver rings. The small diamonds were a rich purple color, and for some moments, diamonds seemed to glow.

"What are they for?" Clarinda asks, taking one of the rings, and placing it on her left index finger.

"The rings are very old and were originally in your mother's possession. You see, as long as you wear these rings, the sunlight will not hurt you. Do not ever take them off," Jareth clarifies.

"They're beautiful," Arabella comments, putting the ring on her left index finger, looking at the diamond as it glows in the moonlight.

"Why are they so powerful?" Victoria inquires, putting hers on as well. The girls' hair blew in the breeze. It was a chilly night by the docks, and the rest of the passengers for the Mayflower won't arrive until dawn.

"According to Ambrosia, a deity had cast a spell on them. That's all I know." Jareth replied.

"Do you have one?" Arabella questions the blond man, who smile in reply.

"Of course I do. I took your mother's ring," Jareth answered. The girls weren't offended by the statement. While they were proud of their mother and their heritage, they hardly remembered her either. In Victoria's case, she had very sparse memories of Queen Ambrosia. After all, it was hundreds and hundreds of years ago.

In their eyes, Jareth had been their parental figure...a father. He might have still looked young, but the girls knew he had to be as old as the late queen.

At dawn, as soon as the other passengers of the Mayflower arrived, the vampires left England a new life. They had acted as members of the English Separatist Church. First, they had stopped in the Netherlands, particularly Amsterdam and Leiden for the next decade. As economic hardships arrived, the humans had feared to lose their English heritage and language. So, the Mayflower left to The New World.

After sixty-five days at sea, the Mayflower had arrived at Cape Cod, anchoring at what would be known as Plymouth Harbor. However, the humans weren't sustainable for the weather at Plymouth, and most had died. At the time, the vampires had fed off the deceased before they were buried. The cold and old blood wasn't pleasing, but the vampires could not afford to be discovered. Plymouth was too small to do massive killings.

After a while, the vampires had left Plymouth, going in hiding. Along the way, the sisters had befriended few Native Americans. Other than that, the vampires were reclusive.

"They're dying..." Victoria spoke, gazing out the window. Jareth had managed to build a small home in the wilderness, away from any human. He preferred to avoid conflict with both the Natives and colonists.

"Who are?" Arabella questions, looking up from her painting.

"The Native people of this land. First, it was disease, but now it's war as well. It's horrible," Victoria commented, feeling grief run through her. Unlike her sisters, she's always had been sympathetic. However, the vampires had remained in isolation.

The colonies began to grow in New England. More people came, more wars had occurred, and the girls began hunting again. It easier to feed now that the populations had increased, much to the relief of the sisters. After a while, animal blood was tiring to taste.

Then the Revolutionary War had occurred, and it changed history for every settler in the colonies. Soon, the colonies were now a country known as the United States of America. But life in America had its hideous sides, and it wasn't brought by the vampires. Humans had never been perfect creatures, in fact, some were viler than the sisters could ever imagine.

They've killed horrid people, but it wasn't long until the family of vampires had been accused of witchcraft.

"You'll have to fake your deaths," Jareth explains one evening in their home, which was now closer to town.

The small town known as Salem that the sisters and Jareth had resided in had grown awfully suspicious, which lead to talk in town about confronting the sisters. Clarinda had argued that they could easily massacre the village people if needed, but Jareth had disagreed.

"I promised to keep Ambrosia's bloodline alive, therefore we won't take any risks, Clarinda! Quite frankly, it won't be hard to fake being dead. You girls don't even need to breath, so it'll just be like sleeping...for a very long time." Jareth rambled on, explaining his complicated plan to have the girls buried by the church.

Jareth had a few concerns though. Out of the three girls, an heir had to be chosen, the next queen. While there wasn't much of a kingdom of vampires reign over, it was a task that still plagued Jareth. It was Clarinda's birthright to succeed the throne, but Jareth wasn't too sure if that was what Clarinda wanted. He wasn't sure if she was ready for such as task.

Arabella was a better fit, but she had grown more detached than ever. In fact, all the girls seemed detached from humanity. The grown to resent humans, especially because of their actions of enslavement, war, and greed. Jareth was worried Arabella would become too bloodthirsty once more, aiming to get rid of the bad humans.

Now, Victoria, despite being the youngest seemed to be most fit. She was responsible, sympathetic, and quite benevolent. One of the three girls must be picked as the next Queen of Vampires, but Jareth wasn't sure he'd live long enough to see the revival of their species.

His main goal was to make sure Ambrosia's bloodline lived and it worked. The girls had been buried, or in the case, slept in their coffins for the next hundred and ninety-nine years.

—-

"C'mon Natalie, there isn't much to be scared of!" Michael drunkenly urged his date as they walked through the local cemetery.

"This place is creepy as hell! It doesn't help that it's Halloween, Michael!" Natalie, a timid redhead, exclaimed.

"Oh, haven't you heard about these three sisters? They were known as The Blair sisters, and at their time, they were super repulsive," Michael started to ramble. His goal was to check out the sisters' grave sites.

"Okay, what about these sisters?" Natalie asked, wondering if Michael was just trying to scare her again.

"Well, you see, the townspeople had theories they were something unholy, like witches. Before they were persecuted, each sister mysteriously died and their father disappeared soon afterward. It was the late or mid-1600s by then." Michael explained, feeling quite excited as they approached the sister's headstones.

"Clarinda, Arabella, and Victoria Blair..." Natalie read out loud, looking at each headstone.

"Neat right? My mom ran the archives for the local library, and she told me about these gals," Michael added on, beginning to mess with his pocket knife. He continuously flickered the knife opened and closed, being quite reckless.

"Mike, stop messing with that!" Natalie retorted, aiming to grab the knife, but instead, her palm was sliced. The girl let out a scream of pain as Michael panicked, repeating apologies over and over.

However, the droplets of blood that managed to land on Clarinda's grave was enough to awaken her.

"Shh, I'm so sorry, Nat! Wait, do you hear that?" Michael asked, drowning out Natalie's cries and curses. Instead, he listens to the rustling sounds. It sounded as if someone was rolling in the graves.

But it wasn't until a pale hand began clawing its way out of the ground did Michael let out a scream. It seemed as if the dirt came flying in all directions, as Clarinda climbed her up underground, letting out a roar.

The two young adults fell to the floor in fright, screaming in terror, not believing what they were witnessing. It wasn't every day did a pale woman, with hair black as night, came screeching from underground. However, the woman looked anything but human.

Her face was distorted, looking closer to a monster than anything. Her eyes seemed to stand out immensely, her eyes glowing a deep rich red. The shrill shrieks from the woman had caused movement underground, causing the two sisters to crawl from underground.

"Oh my God—" Natalie screamed, standing up and sprinting away, leaving Michael behind. However, Clarinda had other plans, standing up and taking flight. It had been the first time in the century did the woman fly, let alone feed, and she was ravenous.

Arabella and Victoria stood from their graves, as horrifying as their older sister, peering down at the shocked boy. It wasn't until Natalie let out an ear-splitting scream as Clarinda's fangs met her neck did Michael try to run. But as always, it was simply too late as both sisters caught him and feed.

"Arabella, Arabella, don't kill him!" Victoria cried, her eyes turning back to a soft brown color as she appetite became sated.

"Why not?" Arabella asked, wiping her lips as the boy on the grass inched closer to death.

"We need someone to tell us where we are and how long we've been asleep. Things have changed," Victoria reasoned. Arabella frowned, as much as she'd like to human to wither, she knew her sister was right.

"Damn, he's dying!" Arabella cursed, gazing down at the mumbling boy.

"We have to turn him," Victoria proposed.

"You're kidding, right?" Arabella questioned, acting flabbergasted at the suggestion.

"No, I'm not!" Victoria said. Arabella stood up, reaching to picking up the discarded pocket knife.

"Well, here goes nothing," Arabella muttered, slitting her wrist.

She held her wrist above Michael's mouth, commanding him, "Feed child."

And for whatever reason that evening, Michael had listened.

"Is he awake?" Clarinda asked, looking down at the boy, who was slowly gaining conscious.

"It appears to be," Arabella replied, her dark brown eyes staring down the awakening boy.

As soon as had fully awakened, he began to scream, but Victoria covered his mouth.

"Shush, we have a few questions. Be lucky we spared your life." Clarinda cooly spoke, tapping her foot impatiently.

"Will be calm?" Victoria asked, holding Michael's mouth shut. The boy, feeling as if had no choice, simply nodded. Victoria smiled, releasing her grip on him.

"I wouldn't run if I were you. Don't want to end up like your friend," Arabella threatened, watching his mannerisms.

"What happened to Natalie?" Michael barked out, staring down at the sisters.

"She's dead," Clarinda bluntly put it, "she's buried in my grave."

"Y-You murdered her?" Michael stuttered, feeling both angry, confused, and frightened.

"We've killed many bad people," Arabella said, shrugging off the death.

"Natalie wasn't bad!" Michael retorted, causing Clarinda to roll her eyes.

"Answer our questions and you'll receive answers yourself," Clarinda commanded once more.

"Where are we? What is the date?" Victoria questioned, still smiling at the boy. If Victoria hadn't been a monster, Michael would have thought she was cute. In fact, all three women were bewitching.

"U-Uh, we're in Salem, Massachusetts. It's October 31st, 1987." Michael stuttered, looking back and forth between all women.

"Oh my God, we've been asleep for over a century!" Arabella cried out in shock.

"You need to teach us what has happened since then," Victoria said, but Michael simply shook his head.

"Hell no! As far as I'm concerned, you're all murderers!" Michael yelled.

"Oh? And you don't think you're one either? It wasn't luck that kept you alive, child," Arabella cruelly laughed.

Michael's eyes widen at the news, "Oh no, no, no—"

"But yes! You're a monster just like us, so deal with it. Now, as the princess, I command you to help us," Clarinda sternly demanded.

Michael felt helpless...these girls weren't witches...they were fucking vampires.

"What's your name?" Victoria, the nicer sister, had asked.

"Michael Anderson," Michael informed, deeply wishing he never went to the cemetery.

"Well Michael Anderson, lead us the way. You have much to learn, along with us." Clarinda announced, smirking at their new fledging.

It was a new age for the girls, and much had changed since the 1600s.

"What on Earth is that?" Clarinda cried, staring down at Michael's car.

"It's an automobile, like uh, horses...it takes you to different places," Michael explained, already feeling exasperated. These girls had missed out on most of the modern world's development and history.

After telling the girls how to enter the car, put in their seatbelts, Michael headed home with the Blair sisters.

The four vampires were in Michael's small townhome.

"Here," Michael stated, dropping a thick history book in front of the sister's who sat at his dining table.

"A book...on American History. Thank you, Michael," Victoria said, instantly opening the book. Arabella peered over her shoulder, gazing at the book.

"Luckily, that won't take long to read," Arabella commented, looking at the images of the book.

"You guys have super speed?" Michael asked, but instead of fear, it was in awe.

"Of course," Clarinda answered from across the room, looking at Michael's bookshelf. She pulled a book a light green book, a novel by Helen Hunt Jackson.

"Ramona," Clarinda whispered, suddenly feeling attached to the name, repeating it again.

"Sisters, from now on, I wished to be called Ramona," Clarinda, now Ramona announced.

"What? Why?" Arabella questioned, seeming confounded.

"We're in a new century, it's time for a change, that's all," Ramona said with a smirk. Victoria and Arabella sighed, deciding not to question it. Clarinda or Ramona, their eldest sister was still awfully crazy.

"So, if you guys are vampires, and I am too, what does this mean?" Michael questions, sitting across Arabella and Victoria.

"You'll never grow, and you'll never die, but you need to feed. You're gifted with super strength and flight, but you must stay away from the sun." Arabella began to explain the basics to Michael, who intently listened. For seeing his girlfriend murdered two hours earlier, Michael had begun to handle the situation well.

"We'll need to leave soon," Michael said as soon as Arabella finished explaining the basics.

"Oh, I agree," Ramona replied, looking at the television set in curiosity.

"Fuck, I might have to change my identity too! They'll try to link me with Natalie's disappearance, so thanks a lot ladies!" Michael complained, rubbing his eyes. He didn't even feel tired.

"What's the furthest place from here?" Ramona asked, giggling at Michael's distress.

Victoria, looking at the map of the United States, pointed at California, stating, "Los Angeles, California."

"You wanna go to LA?" Michael asked, and Victoria simply nodded.

"You guys are in for a wild ride. Wait, if I can't be in the sun, how will we get there?" Michael questioned, and Arabella cursed.

"He has a good point. We don't have any rings left either," Arabella groaned.

"I mean, I could drive at nights, but we'd have to stop at hotels," Michael proposed.

"How about...you teach us how to drive the automobile, you sleep in the trunk during the day, and we'll drive," Ramona suggested.

"That sounds good, except the part where I have to teach you guys in little time period AND you guys don't know where California is," Michael rambled.

"Suit yourself," Ramona said, shrugging.

"We should take this textbook on our way to California," Victoria stated.

With that being said, within 48 hours, Michael had left Massachusetts with the Blair sisters. Very little of Michael's possessions were taken, and the first two nights, they had to stop at a hotel as the continued their drive.

It wasn't until Ramona demand she be taught how to drive was when things got easier. Soon, a routine had been established. Michael slept in the trunk, wrapped in duvets stolen from the hotel, as Ramona drove in the daytime. Victoria helped navigate with the map. During the evening, Michael took turns, and the cycle continued.

The group of vampires elected to keep driving straight, and eventually reached to Los Angeles after two days of driving. Now, it was time for the girls to learn to live in the 20th century in Los Angeles, meanwhile, Michael had to learn to live as a vampire and gain a new identity. From here on now, only the unpredictable can occur.

Author's Note:
Thank you for reading this first chapter! I apologize that no rockstars made an appearances yet, but they will soon! Additionally, I hope my history on this isn't too cruddy. I also apologize if any sections regarding the history came off insensitive. Other than that, thank you for reading!