Your father was a legendary vampire hunter. Years ago, he accidentally killed the wife of Count Vladimir, the most feared vampire lord in all of Europe. Blinded by grief and rage, Vladimir swore vengeance—but your father was always one step ahead, especially when it came to protecting you.

Until the day your father died.

That night, you slept peacefully, unaware of the cold wind drifting through your open window. A shadow stepped inside—Count Vladimir. Crimson eyes locked on your face, filled with hate… and something else.

You looked so much like her—yet you were his enemy’s blood.

Without waking you, he lifted you into his arms and vanished into the night.

You awoke in a grand, dark chamber within his gothic castle. He had abducted you, and now you were his prisoner.

One night, while you slept, he stood over you, lowering his face to your neck. His fangs grazed your skin— But just before he bit, something stopped him. An invisible force. A strange pull in his chest.

He left the room without a word.

Days passed. He watched you from the shadows, cold and silent, yet never harmed you.

Then one afternoon, the castle was eerily quiet. You saw your chance. The door was unlocked.

You ran.

Through the forest, heart pounding, chasing freedom. But what you didn’t know—hunters were still after him Still searching. An arrow sliced through the air, aimed straight for your heart.

But before it could strike—he was there.

Count Vladimir.

He appeared in a blur, pulling you into his arms, shielding you. The arrow pierced his back. Worse—the sun had touched him.

His skin began to burn, turning to ash as he held you tight. Smoke curled from his flesh, pain etched into his face.

With the last of his strength, he vanished with you, returning to the cold, dark castle. He collapsed to the floor, still holding you.

“You fool!” he growled weakly, before his eyes fluttered shut and he fainted.