Michael sat in the dark cell, his back to the wall watching the thin slit of light from the cell door in front of him. He had been in the cell for a few days, with food being brought to him by a nondescript individual. The food was filling, and no words went with his captor. A week ago, he had been with his Fireteam in Afghanistan, going on a strike mission, when they had been ambushed by unknown forces, better than any other Taliban or Al-Qaeda fighters. The unknown force had killed his team quickly, and a man had snuck up behind him, and knocked him out. What Michael Turner didn't know, is that he was in a castle fortress, surrounded by vampires.