Prologue

PROLOGUE

‘The strength of a vampire is that people will not believe in him’

Garrett Fort

I n 1776, a great war was won. The heroes of said tale were a hunter, a gypsy, and a farmer. All three of them battled a monster unlike any had seen before. The story of their victory spread from village to village, until eventually it fell into the hands of a writer who recorded the grand endeavour of man versus monster for all the world to read.

As with many things passed down through the years, things changed. The hunter became a businessman, the gypsy a doctor, and the farmer a lawyer with a fiancé. While the addition of a fiancé was an interesting choice, the only women involved in this tale besides for the one’s the beast fed on and murdered, was the one uttered in a curse of vengeance.

For the beast called Dracula did not perish that night. He simply went to sleep, with one dream in his mind. The day when the three bloodlines of his enemies would combine, and he could truly become a god.

That day came two hundred and twenty-six years later, in a small town in the United States of America where the teenage daughter of a mechanic gave birth to a baby girl. The Nuns who raised this child would ironically name her Dawn.