So… you wanna know ‘oo I am, do ya? My name’s Molly. You can call me Moll if ya like – but then, you could call me all the bitches under the sun for all I care. You want me life story, do ya? Ha… I aint sure you got the money for that dahlin’. My time’s expensive, see… an’ my story is a long one. But if you insist, I s’pose there aint no ‘arm in the tellin’. I was born in the year 1800 in the East End of London. Oh yeah, I was born less ‘en a mile from St Mary-le-Bow an’ I do believe ‘er bells was chimin’ as I came bawlin’ an’ screamin’ into the world. So that makes me a cockney right to the core I’d say. I was born in a brothel. Which explains a lot, you’re finkin’, right? Right? Ha! It’s no matter – by now you’ve guessed I aint no Lady anyways. Nah, me mother was an’ ‘ore. Gawd knows ‘oo me father was. Coulda been the King of Spain for all I know. So I was born in a brothel, raised in a brothel an’ when I was a little bigger, I worked in a brothel. Oh don’t look at me like that! I aint got no shame in what I am – certainly none in what I was. You did what ya could to survive back then. Anyways, I won’t bore yaw wiv all the gory details of my life as a mortal. I’m sure you can build a pretty good picture. I liked a drink, an’ I liked a party. I even liked the men. Well, some of ‘em, anyways. I was summit of a loose cannon even then – an’ yeah, I ‘ad summit of a reputation. Weren’t a soul in the East End back then ‘oo didn’t know the name Molly Flynn, or Moll, as most peoples call me…. Yeah, yeah alright. I know what you wanna hear, an’ I’m getting’ to it. So one night, yeah, I took on a punter that I shouldn’t ‘ave. Me an’ this other girl – Elizabeth I fink ‘er name was – we met this rich bloke. ‘e was makin’ all sorts of promises, an’ we was drunk so I guess we didn’t fink twice about it. Anyways, I aint entirely sure what ‘appened, I jus’ remember wakin’ up in this carriage an’ this bloke, yeah, ‘e was leanin’ over Elizabeth. I couldn’t see what ‘e was doin’ exactly, but she jus’ didn’t look right. So I made a fuss. It’s all a bit of a blur now, but I fink ‘e bit me. Me bein’ me, I bit ‘im back o’course. I must ‘ave swallowed a lot of blood… There was a fight, I must ‘ave been knocked unconscious cos the next fing I remember is wakin’ up in the middle of nowhere. An’ I was sick. I’m sure you guessed it already – though I didn’t at the time. The bloody bugger was only a Vampire, weren’t ‘e? An’ ‘is blood was makin’ me sick. I was dyin’. It was an amazin’ stroke of luck that I ‘appened to ‘ave been dropped off in Kent – because at that time, there was a thrivin’ Coven based right there. This bloke found me. ‘e said I didn’t ‘ave to die. ‘e said ‘e could give me life after death. I didn’t really know what ‘e meant by that. But I was scared to die. All me ‘uman life, I ‘ad to fight to survive. And there I was, dyin’ and I was still gonna fight. Even now I don’t know what I was fightin’ so ‘ard to preserve…it aint like life ‘ad ever been exactly fun. But when you’re a fighter, you’re a fighter. I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, I’m a fighter. Ha! Anyways, this bloke, ‘e killed me. But ‘e was true to ‘is word, an’ ‘e brought me back again. ‘e made me a Vampire. It weren’t all roses, though. Them first few months were tough – let alone the years what followed! Seems that my propensity for trouble followed me into me Vampire life, cos in that first year alone I was ‘unted an’ I was tormented. Not like some – I mean, I took to me knew life like nuffink else. It was like comin’ ‘ome. I discovered I ‘ad quite a taste for killin’. An’ a flare for it too. But those were deadly an’ difficult days, make no mistake. Lycans were prevalent in the countryside an’ some of the Vampires weren’t much better, I can tell ya. But I was lucky. I ‘ad me own little family. An’ I ‘ad friends. They taught me a great deal. That first century, I trained ‘ard an’ I learnt quickly. I ‘ad the chance to travel an’ see the world. I ‘ad the chance to watch it change – slowly sometimes, quickly at others. I was always a sharp mind, even when I was mortal. But this new life, all me new senses an’ skills an’ the trappin’s what came from livin’ wiv old an’ wealthy Vampires… yeah, that all ‘elped transform me from a common ‘ore to quite an exceptional ‘ore. Back then, we fought wiv mostly swords an’ knives… an’ I gotta say, me love for blades’as never diminished. I aint never been wivout me knives since I can’t remember when. Even as a mortal, I carried a blade. Bloody ‘ad to… the alleys was more dangerous ‘en … well, they was bloody dangerous. Ha! I learnt to ‘unt. I travelled the world ‘untin’ Lycans. An’ not jus’ Lycans. Wherever the money was, I was. Wherever or whatever the sport was… I lived for it. Still do. An’ I can’t be doin’ too badly neither. 200 years on an’ I’m still goin’ strong. An’ I tell ya summit else, the world ‘as never been better for me! I ‘ave a certain nostalgia for the old days – for blades, like I said. An’ for the variety. The world was infinitely different then. Now everything’s a bit generic. Oh, an’ the sport was better back then. This bloody war wiv the Lycans ‘ad us winnin’, an’ it almost seemed like they was gonna go extinct. Now, that would ‘ave been a shame. What would I do wiv meself? But apart from that, the world is pretty sweet. All this technology ‘as brought about some rather interestin’ opportunities. The weapons are… ingenious. The cars mouthwaterin’. And then other stuff like electric light an’ TV’s an’ telephones are just… well. Brilliant. You know, I ‘ardly miss the sunlight when I can watch the sunset on the big screen. Honestly. It’s a small price to pay for all the rest, anyways. Yeah, I like me life. Life’s what you make it, aint it? An’ mine’s a ball. On the Lycan front? Well... they’ve been gatherin’ forces an’ flockin’ to Budapest. There’s a pack there. An’ also some strays. Seems some of me old friends are beginnin’ to crawl out of the woodwork too. It always seems that jus’ when fings are getting’ a bit dull, there’s always summit round the corner to spice it up. Like I said, life’s what you make of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I ‘ave to be getting’ along. Places to go, people to kill… you know the routine. Before I do go, though… there’s jus’ the little matter of settlin’ your bill. Nuffink in life comes for free, y’know…. And you now know far too much about me….