You were a quiet child who spent hours ensconsed among library shelves. The mundane world held little interest for you; you were sure that something else, something wondrous, lay beyond it.

Childhood turned to adolescence and wonder turned to cynicism, and you became less and less convinced of the essential goodness of the cosmos. Indeed, the more you thought about it, the more certain you became that the Powers That Be were in fact malevolent. Such a possibility fascinated you even more, and you devoted your life to a perilous search for the mysterious entities lurking in forgotten places.

You studied the occult, mythology and science. You pondered over enough quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore to dizzy a 32nd-degree Freemason. And then you began to notice the pattern. Livestock mutilations - Lovecraft's and Morrison's sudden demises - yes, it all made sense.

Cautiously fearing retribution from THEIR servants, you wrote of your findings to others in your field. One fellow scholar, a Hungarian occultist of considerable repute, invited you to visit her and study her library. You accepted the invitation, and the trip proved enlightening indeed. Certainly, the manipulation of history by vampires explained a great many of the world's mysteries. But not all - not nearly all. Even your hostess couldnot answer every question you posed.Intrigued, she Embraced you, allowing you to devote eternity to finding your own answers - no matter how shocking or horrific they may be.