Assar
He took a deep breath as he stepped outside the confines of the carriage. His mind was racing after what had just happened. He had summarily ignored Oksana as thoughts of his family made him feel as if he was betraying their memory. His mother, father, and sister had all been killed by a blood-crazed vampire when he was just a boy. He had been five years old at the time, but he still remembered the sight of his mother screaming as the vampire drained her husband of all his blood.
Assar still felt the pain before the numbing pleasure he had felt as he had been fed on by the vampire. He had only survived due to the timely arrival of a monster hunter who had slain the vampire as it fed on Assar. That was the root of his hate for vampires. They had taken everything from him and had cursed him to a life as a half-blood.