Vampires and Purebloods

The man grabbed her quickly and tightly. His grip was firm around her neck, Sonia chocked for air. Her feet were dangling from the ground, she struggled to break free, but her mind would not permit her to do so. Her body was paralyzed; she felt a dread like one she’d never felt before.

“Do you know who I am?” asked the man holding her neck. His hollow voice whispered raspy and evil “My name is Aleister.”

Her very soul felt as if it left her body. The fire emitting from her hand was fading away; she couldn’t see his face very clearly.

Albedo always knew he was somehow different than any other individuals living in Inferno (Inferno was where the humans live). Time from time Albedo would dream of a man calling him by a different name, this man was unusual. He had long white hair, with an unmatched blue and red set of eyes. The left one was blue and the right was red. Sometimes his dream would feel as real as reality itself. It wasn't until he met with a girl named Sonia, a Black Reaper, that she told him of what he was. He was a vampire, but not just any type of vampire, a Pureblood.