The Broken Lamb; Blood Stains and Whiskey

Keen and I both put so much strength into being able to get out. And we thought we did. We thought we were going to escape our prison soon. With full ride scholarships to Julliard, Julliard! Mother would be so proud of us.

But little did we know, our pride and strength. Our musical talent would very soon become our curse. And bring us to a prison we’d never be able to escape. Those beasts of the night we heard stories about growing up as kids, the legends of ‘cold ones, and blood drinkers… Never would I have thought them to be true.