Since time immemorial, Vampires spawned during the Lunar Eclipse have been known as "The Cursed Ones". It is said that those who are turned while the Earth, the Sun, and the Moon are in complete syzygy, emerge with a rare genetic anomaly.
While the revenant will exhibit most of the hallmark features of their undead siblings, their shape-shifting powers transform them not into bats, but instead black flamingos.
The reality of life as a Cursed One has driven a large number of the afflicted into hiding, and others to death. Yet a small coven of these curious beings migrated to America's southernmost peninsula, where amidst the orange groves and outlet malls, they've found asylum.
(Cursed from birth)
Children of the Lunar Eclipse
Vampires whose wings are clipped
Not bats like the stories you’ve heard
We turn into pretty birds
Cast out because our genes are defective
We found a place, we will be protected
A dark cloud on the Sunshine State
As we move in and dominate
Horror from the underworld
(The thirst gets worse)
Descend upon the city to feed
St. Augustine, or maybe St. Pete?
Miami, Tampa, Jacksonville
We’ve got so much time to kill
In the shadows of the swamps and the zoos
We're always watching, stalking you
If a black flamingo crosses your path
It's not bad luck, it's certain death
Florida's going to the birds
Vampires wouldn't be caught dead here
It’s not our choice, but here we are free
So we will withstand this horrid weather
And we will reign in syzygy