In life he was a shepherd, downtrodden by the aristocracy and the church. In unlife, he is a vampire of the Nosferatu clan, downtrodden due to his loathsome appearance. But behind the face of a monster is man desperately trying to find his new place in Dark Ages England & Wales. To Vampires, he is Ethan - a hunter, woodsman and one of the few vampires to brave the wilderness. To Humans, he is the Old Man of the Woods. A forest spirit who offers gifts for deeds. To a select few, the truth about him is known. He is neither simple huntsman, nor benevolent spirit. To the few, he is Mycroft. A man that will never be downtrodden again. Disclaimer: This story is technically fanfiction as it is based on the RPG Vampire the Dark Ages. Posts will be frequent, but erratic as they are written in response to games I play in.

Marcelle (Marcy) Adams has always had a weird life. I mean REALLY weird. It all started when she got psychosis. Like a lot of people, it started when something really traumatic happened. Her best friend got shot to death in front of her. And she soon finds out something really terrible. But she goes way out of her game when she accidentally falls in love. She even knows that their relationship will last no longer than four years. And yet, Marcy is thrust into a life she can't live in. What will happen?