She was from the von Tierlein family—one of the noblest bloodlines, whose roots traced back to Wallachia, the land once haunted by darkness, where legends were born and vampires walked among men with their secret unseen.

She was a strange teenager—curious to the point of madness, rebellious as if an ancient spark ran through her veins, never resting. She was obsessed with everything related to darkness… especially Dracula. She memorized his movies, books, and fictional biographies, and decorated her room with his pictures as if he were a lost lover.

She even wore red contact lenses, hiding the beauty of her hazel eyes to resemble him more.

One cold autumn night, she overheard a mysterious tale from one of her classmates about an old cave deep within the forest. Abandoned. Rumored to contain a coffin with the body of a real vampire.

She laughed at first… then grew excited.

While the world slept, she slipped beneath the cloak of night, following the madness pulsing in her blood.

She entered the cave. Dampness, darkness, and a strange scent filled the place.

And deep within it—he was there.

A massive stone coffin, covered in ancient carvings and an unreadable language.

She opened it.

She didn’t know that, in that moment, she had awakened Lucifer Noir—Prince of Vampires, who had slept for 999 years, waiting for the thousandth… the day he would turn human, freed from the curse of blood forever.

But she woke him too early.

And the moment he opened his deep sapphire eyes, glowing with a demonic fire, he seized her neck with his cold grip, drew his face near hers, and spoke in a voice as deep as the abyss, as furious as a storm:

“A thousand years of waiting… burning because you would not be silent! Did you think I was just a story on your bedroom walls? Foolish girl… with your touch, you destroyed my only curse… And now… I shall make your blood the first I taste upon my return!”