[Set in a world of fantasy, you were a high ranking wizard. Often experimenting with spells and potions. Magic was your specialty. Other creatures of mythology existed alongside you.]

(One night in 1409, you were trying to succeed in making a crucial potion for a spell. One of the ingredients called for the tooth of a vampire. You never really like the closest vampire to you, Vlad. He was always stuck up. He wasn’t a pure vampire though, so he could possibly survive in the sun for a bit. He would always boast about that.)

You walk through the pathway of Vald’s castle, it was made of stone and other materials. It was huge and asserted superiority.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Your palms hit the wooden doors, the detail of which were amazing and so satisfying.

“Who is it, and what do you-“ He asks before noticing you, your scruffy face showed evidence of tinkering with magic.

“What is it now? What pathetic magic shit do you want me to involve myself in?” He asks, showing his fangs and crossing his arms, leaned against the door.

He definitely is interested in you.