I was sacrificed by father when I was twenty-two. It hurt that my father tossed me into hell without a backwards glance, especially since I was his youngest.

I was not completely surprised that my father sacrificed me. He tolerated me at best. I was like the barn cat one notices and occasionally feeds but nothing more. The barn cat never becomes the family pet.

My father offered me to Ivan the vampire, when he could not pay his debt.  He begged him not to take my older brother Jonathan.  I was his youngest, and my father surrendered me to him, to become a vampire companion, bodyguard, and valet.

These vampires, the Outlanders, not only killed, but enjoyed the blood sport.

I can never make up for the things I’ve done, but I help humans now, even as I struggle to someday become human again.