House of Blood

My name is Friday St. Salvatore and I’m what’s known as a living vampire. But just means I haven’t died yet. Once that happens...I become the real deal. Except, I’m not really sure if being undead is what I want. I like being human. Or well, humanish. Unfortunately for me, I was just kidnapped by hunters who are hell bent on playing their sick death games. Me and all the other supernaturals they gathered are just the newest trophy’s they plan to hunt - and kill - for sport. The only way out of here? To escape.

My name is Friday St. Salvatore and I’m what’s known as a living vampire. But just means I haven’t died yet. Once that happens...I become the real deal. Except, I’m not really sure if being undead is what I want. I like being human. Or well, humanish. Unfortunately for me, I was just kidnapped by hunters who are hell bent on playing their sick death games. Me and all the other supernaturals they gathered are just the newest trophy’s they plan to hunt - and kill - for sport. The only way out of here? To escape.

I survived the hunters’ death games, but this fight is far from over. War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. But there may be a way to stop it without further bloodshed. The hunters are human. Without their mysterious drug that enhances them, they are no match for the supernatural community. Destroying that drug is easier said than done, especially when they have more allies than we do. 

Tragedy has struck the St. Salvatore house and in my grief, I know that I can’t delay any longer. I’ve been fighting them with one hand behind my back from the very beginning, but no more. They have taken too much from me. If I’m going to protect those I love, I must end this. Even if it means an early grave.