You'd thinking dying in the hospital due to a terminal illness would mean the end of the story. Not for me though. After having months to come to terms with my incoming death I was pretty prepared for the end. To bad after dying I woke up back up a week later in my grave cause I had a friend that couldn't find a good coping mechanism for loss. Now I'm alive(sorta) with a craving for blood. To make matters worst what my friend did was illegal as hell according to supernatural law and hasn't been done in centuries. Now apparently I got a pissed off supernatural council mad at me for just existing! Lucky for me it turns out I unknowingly made a quite a few super natural friends while I was human . All willing to help and vouch for me. But this transition is a rough one and it turns out I may more powerful than I should be.