My name's Parker Winston and I've been dead for two years, six months, and twenty-seven days...

And I don't mean dead inside, I feel that too, but I mean dead DEAD as in the I have no pulse, dead. My body doesn't automatically breathe for me, and I bleed ash kind of dead.

I guess I should probably explain more; I'm a vampire! As stupid as that sounds it probably isn't even on the top ten list of stupid shit I've said in the past hour. Honestly, that barely scratches the surface.

Neither does the fact that I live with three vampire hunters, but here we are.

I'd like to be able to tell you the how and why of it all, but if I'm being perfectly honest it's a mystery to me.

A mixture of drugs, bad decisions, a dark alley, and being about twenty thousand dollars in debt for an art degree I never finished... A mystery!

Hey, I said bad decisions!

Anyway, this is the story of five best friends(ish)...

Parker - A junkie, artist, vampire.

Nate - A former weed dealer.

Courtney - A second-generation hunter.

Aaron - An engineer school hippie.

Conner - A second-generation vampire researcher and hacker.