From Above and Below

For three thousand years, my families food supply was the blood of angels and demons. The Pact was, we kill their Ventile, they give us their blood.

Life had been sweet, my house was powerful and wanted. That was until the night of the Annual Malkis Ball.

None know how, no one knows why, but the whole of my family died in a blaze of fire. The cause? Well the "report" said a mix of Holy and Hell Fire.

So what is a one hundred and fifty year old vampire supposed to do without hearth, family, and food?
She resorts to humans...

I am Sarah Malkis, the last of the Malkis line...and I despise humans.