Breaking glass

My name was Jane, Eve, Olivia, Liz.... well, name isn't that important to me anymore, but for now, you may call me Janice.

My past was a blank, whole lot of nothing. But almost every night, the same piece of my past kept coming back to me. Haunting me. 500 hundred years later, I thought that I could just move on with my life as an successful entrepreneur with my "family" - a vampire and a vampire hunter's son. But thing always had its own way to bite me...