The first time Dallas met Carlisle Cullen, their encounter had been a short, violent thing. Carlisle had led a troupe of humans into the sewers to kill Dallas and, in turn, Dallas had slaughtered them all. All except one - all except Carlisle, who had lived to tell the tale with a bite mark on his throat to show for it. Decades have passed since then, long enough for the incident to get lost in the recess of Dallas' memory, reduced to a meaningless thing not even worth remembering. That is, until he is approached by a clan who seeks his help. A clan whose leader he had almost bled dry, once upon a time. mature | an ongoing work 2019 © herafterheart