The original vampires, known as the Old Family, have walked the earth for thousands of years. Always in shadows, always blending in with their human counterparts, taking blood and leaving behind only myths and legends. But in the twentieth-century, they made themselves known—for reasons still not understood. At first, they were seen as an anomaly, a mutation, a sickness that needed our understanding and sympathy. 

But then everyone wanted to join them, longing for the immortality that they held. One by one, people were turned. Eventually, the world governments took action, quarantining vampires, treating them as second-class citizens that had to be controlled lest they gain the upper hand. 


It was too late. War was already approaching, and when it came, the Old Family unleashed their armies of vampires. It took thirty long years of bloodshed, but in the end, the vampire’s fear of the sun was nothing compared to their strength and resilience in the trenches. 


The VampHu treaty was signed, and all humans were placed within walled cities, each one massive, but cut off from the rest of the world; each one watched over by an Old Family Lord. Humans are never allowed to leave the city, and vampires never allowed to enter. At least, that’s how it was suppose to be … Even the strongest walls have cracks, some that run into the very foundation upon which this new society was built. 


There are whispers of change, but they're just whispers. For now.