There is a burning hunger in a vampire when he rises for the first time: that of blood and that for sex.

The later cannot be quenched unless it is with his one, true love.

Draegon Branson was such vampire. After being released from his coffin prison by a young man robbing the graves of rich families, Draegon satisfied his blood lust but only enough to make him his slave. His true love was out there. He sensed her. And he would tear London apart until he found her.