I was born in Vito, but only stayed long enough for my mother to recover from the ordeal that was myself before moving on. For the next fourteen years we travelled constantly. I was never completely sure of what it was my parents did for a living, it seemed to change so often, i couldn't find it within myself to care.

I was an only child, terribly spoiled. And three months before I turned fifteen my parents died. I walked into the cramped inn room the three of us were sharing, to find them cold and still, tangled in the bed sheets. I never discovered what happened to them, I was too busy running away.

I ran to a friend of my mothers, Liesel, who owned and managed the cleanest whore house in the city. I worked as a barmaid for a while, until Liesel decided I was old enough to earn some real money. I worked as a prosituite, never the best, but deffinately not the worst, until I turned twenty.

That's when Micheal Debone took me for a walk. I should say drag. He'd been a regular for several months, and one night he decided he wanted more then what was on the usual menu. He hit me over the head with a ceramic statue. When I woke up I was ten miles outside the city, bleeding heavily from the neck.

Within four months I had abandoned Micheal and begun to live alone, discovering my immortality with great enthusiasm. I returned to Vito, and stayed there for the next two hundred years, a shadow in the corner of your vision.

across the ocean, wild and wide...