“My name is Jared….I was originally born, if you like to call it that, in Prague the eldest child of the Dasmaskinos vampire clan…I was born a vampire, the son of its’ lord” he paused to let that sunk in while he tried with difficulty to hide his uneasiness at the confession though it was more the fact he had been a vampire then that he had told her. Now it was clear why he seemed so aristocratic and educated, he was literally vampire royalty but it was also evident he didn’t wish to dwell on it. Jared shifted to lay down on the couch on his back, staring up at the ceiling “I was educated but I had only one purpose…my father used me in disgusting genetic experiments” His fingers curled in fists as his rage level started to raise “he turned me into a freak! I’m in continuous agony like a fire is eating up my insides! And I keep thinking perhaps if end my life it will stop…” He when quiet for some time before finally he twisted his head to look at her “It would make it stop”