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Revision as of 16:06, 30 November 2008
Ratcatcher's sire
- “Oh, how he swept through us. Like a walking stroke of lightning. And the blood... Lord, he was beautiful. Then he turned to me.”
- ―The Ratcatcher[src]
The Ratcatcher's Sire was a XV century sword-wielding vampire allied with an witch tortured by the Inquisition. He slaughtered the inquisitors, except for one, whom he sired.