Every town has one. That strange family that everyone treats with trepidation and curiosity. Sylvie is part of such a family. Maybe its the fact that her grandmother does tarot card readings for the paying townsfolk. Maybe its the fact that only women seem to make up the family. Maybe its the wild wolves that live on their property that the family takes care of. Maybe its all of it. Sylvie isn't sure but what she is sure of is that nothing is as it seems. But then it again, it never is, is it? *THE IS A REWRITE OF MY ORIGINAL VERSION OF "THE NOBODIES"* Cover By: @PeachyReg

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.