Sirtimi finds himself as a performer dating back in the 1600s using what he can for makeup with chalk and water. Walking home on a late night after a performance, he finds himself faced with a person wounded badly who claims that it was done by a Lycan. Doing what he can, he tries to help the dying person, which happens to not be anything of that but rather a Drackulis.
When close to the wounded creature of the night, Sirtimi is bitten and left to live on with the Drackulis legacy. From there, Sirtimi learns more of his abilities and seeks to make others like himself. Along the way, he finds out that he has twin boys prior to him being a Drackulis. His ultimate desire after time has passed is to form a council of his kind and to seek out the very one that killed his maker.