For a thousand years, vampires ruled the earth. They bent men to their will and molded cities into hotbeds of depravity. Ha! Just kidding. Vampires are weaklings that catch fire if you push them into sunlight. As soon as humans found out they existed, they captured the suckers, enslaved them, and put the pallid creatures to work. So, imagine my surprise when a free vampire strolled into Joe's Bar just before closing. Fair enough if he's ditched his chains but walking around in public? That does not compute. As an escapee cyborg with a bounty on her head, I don't want to dig for trouble. Don’t see, don’t tell is the motto for survival on the empire’s rough streets. If it weren't for my best friend, I'd turn a blind eye. But I owe that thirteen-year-old vampire my freedom and most probably my life. If something is changing for his species, then he deserves to know. Sure, this investigation might open a seething can of bother, but if trouble comes for me, I'm ready. My body is 34% titanium, my skin is silicone polymer, and I’ve got nerves of steel.