In the cold mountains in a state I no longer remember I run a mansion. Many peaple stay here buut none of them are...normal. Vampires..that is what we are. Castaways, social outcasts..monsters. We all stay here. Keeping to ourselves..finding a sanctuary for the monster inside of us. Though this mansion is more like a hotel then a home. Many come. many go. I do not question them unless they ask for it. For I am alone as well. I do not flounder myself in outhers troubles. And they do not disturb mine. So let ye come creaturs in the night. Misunderstood as you may be. The cold mountains greets you. The trees and animals a haven for your thirst and aches. The town below us. They will not...no DARE not bother us. We are alone..ourselves and among ourselves only. So come. Make your own story in clear de lune.
(did i make this well enough?)
(did i make this well enough?)


