Disclaimer: These stories take place not just in the future of the Illian Empire, but also in a unique continuity. They have no bearing on the story currently ongoing and are mostly the work of individual(s) utilizing the future setting. They do not display opinions or personal feelings nor do they display perceptions of the characters or the original writers for said characters. They represent a simple possibility based on information from the setting and the characters currently, including partial evolutions. Seriously, don’t jump down my ass. On top of all these things I don’t own the copyright save for my own characters and alterations to the setting. - CB Davis

Sort of an old story I once wrote years ago. Now I'm finally going to stop being lazy and place it somewhere, so I don't lose it again. I'm also going to start dedicating it to people, especially if they are part of the reason it's even around.

As with all things, there is an end. Just as there is a beginning. It amuses me to realize that my story was never told from beginning to end. That save for those I will die to save, my story will be left untold. Even as the irony of what my life has been, flashes before my eyes in a blur of motion, yet seemingly slow. My name is Crispin, and this is the story few will know, and all will forget in time, as it is twisted, and changed to suit one person or another. This is my life.

Keen and I both put so much strength into being able to get out. And we thought we did. We thought we were going to escape our prison soon. With full ride scholarships to Julliard, Julliard! Mother would be so proud of us. But little did we know, our pride and strength. Our musical talent would very soon become our curse. And bring us to a prison we’d never be able to escape. Those beasts of the night we heard stories about growing up as kids, the legends of ‘cold ones, and blood drinkers… Never would I have thought them to be true.