VAMPIRE LORD TRISTAN BLACK.
As I crossed the once luscious gardens of Castle black, I thought about how much I used to love it here. In springtime, the flowerbeds would be full of the most beautiful blooms, and the air would be fragrant with their perfume. My mother would sip tea on the lawn watching as my father and I played tennis. I cast my over the emptiness that this once happy place had become. The flowers had long since withered and died. The lawn, once soft and green, was now just a muddy wasteland. I looked up at the dark sky, thinking about how much I missed the sunshine on my skin. My life had once been full of laughter and light. Now, there was only darkness. I kept walking until I reached a small rundown shack at the edge of my property. It had once been where the gardeners s
