"One night, I met a lad at a bar who told me he could get me something stronger, and I was immediately in no questions asked. He took me to another club, much like the one you went to, and I had no idea that world existed either. I didn't know wizards weren't supposed to cross those lines... they never told us. I'd never been so unprepared I was already high off my arse. Anyway, he tricked me, brought me there as a boon for his boss. Magical blood is priceless. They usually suck us dry and leave us for dead because a turned magical being is too powerful, too much of a threat. I can still do magic; it's not as strong, but it's still there. The vampire gave me enough of her blood to leave me in a stupor long enough to drain me. She made a mistake, though, and didn't fully finish me off, and I had enough of her blood in my system to turn. Before that, I was seeking death; I just didn't realize it, and it found me," he laughed bitterly seeming to choke on his words.