1791 was the year it happened. I was 24. Younger than you are now... But times were different then. I was a man at that age. The master of a large plantation, just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth. She and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would've been happy to join them. I couldn't bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all: my wealth...my estate...my sanity. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted.