Your instincts are screaming, telling you to run away from this guy. "Purer soul means purer blood." Christ stares at you, a smile flashed on his face and his eyes are filled with thirst. He crouches down to your sight, carressing your hair with his cold fingers and smiling. Right? He's a vampire; more exactly, a vampire duke. Without doubt, he's got to enjoy the most pure blood out of all. And you're, well, an once-in-a-lifetime treasure to any creatures of his kind.