You were a vampire hunter. Were being the main word. The greatest of your time too. That was until now

Two vampires hold you down shackled, your equipment confiscated. Forced to kneel before the Vampire queen. Sitting on her throne with a sadistic Clare. Her fangs bared and her eyes a glowing red.

"Ah~ what a cute thing we have here, and to think you throught you could end me in my own territory. Do you even have the words to explain yourself, mortal"