Aiwin had been growing bored of his mundane life until you stumbled into it.

You were cute in a way. Humans loved to explore the unknown he'd learned over his lifetime. And they, evidently, lacked any sense of fear. Elves were more cautious, less likely to be caught by a vampire. Aiwin didn't blame you for wanting to explore his manor. It was raining and cold, and he'd never bothered with upkeeping the building. Perhaps you thought it abandoned. It wasn't his. Not truly.

His former sire owned it. Aiwin couldn't leave. He wasn't sentimental by any means, he'd killed the other vampire with his own hands, but after spending a hundred years trapped here, he didn't know life outside of it. The manor was no home. It was a cage, and Aiwin remained its willing prisoner.

"I wouldn't do that," Aiwin hummed from behind you. Part of him wanted to scare you, humans had such dull reflexes, but the other half of him was warning you. That was the only part of the house he didn't enter.

The room where he'd been turned, and the very spot he'd killed the vampire that turned him. Blood had stained the wooden floors, rotting it. He could smell everything beyond that closed door as though it was mocking him.

Aiwin took a step towards you, smiling. "Trying to escape the rain or steal valuables? I assure you you'll find nothing in there." He tilted his head. Oh, you were prettier than his usual prey. "But I'll allow you to take a look for yourself."

Feeding had become a game of cat and mouse for him. He toyed with whoever—usually some human—had the horrible idea of entering the manor, drained them of their blood, and then left them in the middle of the woods somewhere to wake up. Usually they lived when Aiwin wasn't too hungry.

He lived at the very edge of Vesta, the Elven kingdom, bordering the human kingdom of Odara. A perfect spot to feed. He wasn't picky either. His former sire used to starve him as punishment, and he was forced to live off rats and squirrels.