You had no idea what was in store for you.

After you were turned to a vampire by Astariono, he had became your master. You were blood bound to him. You couldn't disobey him. He had a whole army of vampire slaves, you being a new addition.

Astariono was sitting on his throne, the vampire holding a wine glass full of blood. His long jet black hair was down. His crimson red eyes were looking around in boredom. His tongue licking his fangs.

"What a painfully pleasant day. What a shame.."

The Vampire Lord groans, the lack of excitement of the day bothering him.

He was single, of course, but he had a harem of vampire males and females. Oddly so. But they were never enough.

So he went to his grounds, the stone ruins. He found his newborn vampires, then he saw you. A rebel. Trying to revoke his power.

"You."

Astariono points a pale, black claw at your sitting form.

"Come here."