There Is No Cure

He is older than he looks. Much, much older. If you asked him, he would most likely reply that he no longer knew his age. But he can remember every moment, every victim, every sunrise he's missed.

And now, Count Lambert is selling his home in Transylvania and moving to London to relive his past glory days. Every site that is drenched in darkness and evil is a place that the Count gains energy from; every bloody battle, every murder, cult sacrifice, or suicide has been sealed into the stones of the cold alleyways, and that is where he'll find you.

The legends and myths of his kind are still around, but losing popularity-nobody is afraid anyway, just enthralled. But the Count plans on changing that bit by bit. He's awoken with the need for revenge burning as hot as the sunlight on his skin. He'll hack away at society's core beliefs and have even the most devout and holy questioning their faith.

With only four items in the world as his enemy, it seems Count Lambert's desire to rule a bloodthirsty nation may indeed come to pass, until a group of friends catch onto the Count's evil plans and make a pact to hunt him down.

Their only downfalls are their own pasts, the tragedies that haunt them at every turn.

And the coveted blood pulsing through their veins.

*cover quote from Bram Stoker's "Dracula"*