The Year 1666. 

Massive waves of orange, red, and white flames spewed all throughout London, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake. The smoldering embers crackled loudly while charred black buildings collapsed onto the corpse covered ground. 

Clouds of thick, gray smoke fluttered into the night air, oozing out from the tips of the blistering fallen homes, businesses, and shops that were once lively nice places to be. 

Sheer, ear-blistering screams of agony swirled around with horrendous amounts of noise, being heard from miles away. Letting everyone know about the heartbreaking catastrophe that had struck all around in London, tearing apart the lives of so many innocent townsfolk that did not expect such a harrowing, gruesome fire to break out. 

Mere splashes of water filled buckets from the well, or sand mounds weren't enough to stop the blazing wildfires that ruthlessly came. Attacking anything that got in its way, leaving nothing but black residue, demolished buildings, and burnt to a crisp bodies who were too devoured by the wicked flames to even recognize anymore. 

And, there I lay, being slowly crushed to death by a fallen ablaze column from my own mansion. Its scorching shards of white stone piercing through my exposed back.

With a muffled scream of despair I felt the pieces of burning rock sink deeper, and deeper into my searing backside, making me bite my lip, and bow my head down into the palms of my char, dirt covered hands.

Around me lay dead, lifeless bodies that were piled on top of each other, their faces, or what's left of them, contorted into such sickening fearful expressions that it made me queasy just to gaze upon them.

My hands dug into the cold, rocky soil, and with wheezy, shallow breaths I continued to suck in the smoky, polluted air.

My home was annihilated, my parents were apart of the many distorted scorched carcasses that lay covered with fallen bricks, crumbled support beams, and flickering cinder topped dead trees. Them being now completely unrecognizable to me as well, so I couldn't even mourn over their departed remains for I had no idea who was who. 

My ablaze belongings were strewn all around the areas of my flaming estate, and while I sat trapped like a bird in a cage in blinding agony, I just thought of this morning, a mere couple of hours ago. 

My maid, and friend had woken me up like usual, she then dressed me, and told me that my parents were waiting in the greenhouse for breakfast. I then went downstairs, and chatted with my family, picked some flowers with my mother, and played some chess with my father. Then I read peacefully in the library, and pet my favorite black cat. 

"How mundane, and beautiful my life was just a few hours ago..." I thought to myself, my lungs filling up with black ash, and smoke, making my violently cough, spitting out a few droplets of blood in the process. 

I didn't call out for help, even right now, nor did I even attempt to strive to live. I could scream all night long, but it would be a futile waste of time. My life is just one of the many who were in agony all throughout London, so I wouldn't be heard. My yelps, hollers, and pleading shouts would merely be nullified by the sound of other despairing souls who had more of a burning desire to live than I did.

Sure, I was a thirteen year old noble girl, and if someone were to find me right now I might live, and then grow up to live a full life, but what's the use? My home, and family are gone. My purpose for existing was swept away with the cruel flames. I don't want to give up, but my death is imminent.

Coughing yet again in another wild fit I brought my hand to my mouth, my weak breaths labored, and heavy as my senses began to wear out.

Though staring up with my stinging, drooping sky blue eyes I noticed a ghastly dark figure stride towards me. It looked sinister, devious, and blood-curling enough to kill someone with just one look. Its vivid, emotionless magenta eyes fell upon me, and it was shrouded in black.

I couldn't see its body, but I saw its heel adorned feet, black clawed hands, and canine like fangs which glistened like fresh snow as it smirked devilishly.

"Are you a Grim Reaper?" I managed to hack out in a raspy, hoarse voice, not afraid of the dark creature that was now directly in front of me.

I didn't know what it was, and I didn't care, as appalling as it may be it was still someone. A living thing that was beside me for my final moments.

"No, I am not a Grim Reaper, girl. I'm a Demon." It spoke in a rather powerful, yet silky accent almost like a regular person, yet it held tremendous weight to it as well. The kind of silky, male voice that could talk you into doing just about anything with the right words.

"Then, are you here to eat my soul?" I croaked out, my own words sounding uneven, and raucous.

"Your soul does smell delicious, girl. However, I have found that female souls are a bit too sweet for my liking. So, how about I give you a gift instead?" The Demon proposed.

"How would you like eternal life, an abundant amount of power, and the ability to not die by mere human weapons, or torture?" The Demon said, offering me a proposition that seemed all too good to be true.

I could fritter away my last remaining moments before death asking the creature a myriad of questions like "why would you want to save me?", or "what could you possibly gain from helping a human girl like me?", or "why is a Demon like yourself taking time to be beside me of all people while surrounded by a bunch of others who are equally in just as much pain as I?", but instead I decided to just take up his rather intriguing offer for I just selfishly wanted my own misery to end.

I could only nod my head once as an answer, but then before I knew it I felt the burning columns weight lighten, and I saw the Demon easily cast it aside before helping me up.

I stared down at my messy, knot infested platinum blonde locks, tattered soot covered dress which was now sullied with my own blood, and I felt the harsh wind hit my exposed freshly burn coated back, making me wince.

The Demon slit himself with one of his claws, and I opened my mouth, feeling the almost black droplets of his blood splatter onto my tongue, sliding down to the back of my throat.

With a screech as shrill as a dying animal I collapsed back down onto the ground, swallowing the vile plum hued liquid.

My heart began to beat rapidly, and I hyperventilated, being engulfed in even more agony then I was in before. I witnessed my dirty fingernails become longer, permanently tainted with the color black, and felt two sharp white fangs appear in my mouth. My widening iris's kept shifting from crimson back to sky blue, flickering like a candle until settling back to my natural cerulean hues.

With a loud gasp I noticed now that the pain was gone. My heart no longer ached, and felt like it was being strangled by someone's hands, and the wounds on my back were significantly less excruciating. I felt strong, and different somehow, like I could now do things that a normal human like myself shouldn't be able to do. 

"What am I?" I asked, my breaths now even, and calm as I stood back up, and stared up at the tall, dark creature who even now, didn't look that bad to me. Not like the frightening being that he was supposed to be. 

"You're now a Vampire." The Demon answered, which took me by surprise. 

Even though I had just lost everything I loved, and the world that I was so comfortable in was gone I had found a miracle. 

"Thank you for saving me." 

The Demon merely smirked, his lips curving up into a sinister grin. 

"Saving you? Is that what you think I did?" 

I nodded, and took ahold of his black, claw adorned hand, making the Demon peer down at me with a skeptical look. 

"You said that it was a gift, and now I don't feel any pain, so thank you. I'm Elsbeth Knight, what's your name?" I probed, my small, delicate hand mostly completely hidden within his large, lean one. 

"I don't possess a name." He said, and a small smile appeared on my ash covered pale face. 

"Hmmm... How about Sebastian? Sebastian Michaelis. I've always like the name Michael, and the Sebastian part I got was from my cat whom I had named Sebastian." I happily announced, refusing to let go of his hand. 

"And, I'll call you Sebby for short!"