Hello! So, while waiting for play practice to start in the middle of the night, my friend and I were talking about POTO. Another friend, being annoying, kept adding that there was vampires in the story. Finally, to make him quiet, I told him I would write a cliche vampire phanfiction. And I have!

Disclaimer: I'm not Andrew Lloyd Webber or Gaston Leroux. One is an amazing old man, the other dead. Neither of which I am.

Times had been grim in France. Disease was breaking out throughout the land, spreading quicker than the Black Death did. Once the disease struck someone, their skin would pale to a ghastly white, their body's turn deathly skinny, and their souls would begin to crave human blood. Along with this, they would become stronger, and faster. When a man or woman was infected, their lives would become forfeit. If one was seen, they were to be killed immediately, and without pity. It would save innocent lives from being taken to the grave, or worse, from being turned into one of them. Royally appointed soldiers would search the land for these so called "vampires" as they were called, to try and stop and turn the tide in this supernatural war.

However, in the capitol of France, the rich and noble were living normal and happy lives. The horrific stories in the newspapers about the vampires were just that, stories. They were in no way a reality to the people of Paris. The nobles were too busy with reading gossip and theatre reviews to care about the deaths of those who they did not know. The Opera Populaire was prospering at that time, under the care of the new managers, and the people loved it. With a theatre like that in town, it was easy to lose yourself in an imaginary world where everything was perfect. The nobles had no cares in the world, growing fat and lazy on simple pleasures.

But none of them knew of the danger that was rising. A strong leader, red headed without a soul, took charge, convincing the other vampires that they were superior, and that they had the right to do what they wanted. He used their great hunger to convince them that there was a way to take over France. All they needed was to take down Paris. Take away the nobles, and the rest of the land would fall. The people in Paris were fat and lazy, ripe for the picking. And once they were gone, the vampires would rule supreme.

And this is where the story begins…