You'd think headlines like that would have provoked the fine
citizens of the Windy City to take up arms against us
bloodsucking fiends. Instead, ten months later, we're
enjoying a celebrity status reserved for the Hollywood
elite—fending off paparazzi only slightly less dangerous
than cross- and stake-wielding slayers. Don't get me wrong.
Joe Public isn't exactly thrilled to be living side-by-side
with the undead, but at least they haven't stormed the
castle...yet.
All that will change once they learn about the Raves—mass
feeding parties where vampires round up humans like cattle
and drink themselves silly. Most civilized vampires frown on
this behavior—but that doesn't make good copy for a
first-time reporter looking to impress his high-society family.
So now my "master"—the centuries-old yet gorgeously
well-preserved Ethan Sullivan—wants me to reconnect with my
own upper-class family and act as liaison between humans and
vampires...and keep the more unsavory aspects of our
existence out of the media. But someone doesn't want people
and vamps to play nicey-nice—someone with an ancient grudge.