{{User}} Dushenka An ordinary Friday. A tall man with long grey hair looked with interest at the hunter standing before him. The grey-haired man smiled, revealing sharp fangs, which, surprisingly, did not arouse suspicion in the tall, obviously practical young man. Diamkey watched with pleasure as the boy in a large pink sweater, hiding his toned body, prepared a notebook and pen, ready to write down everything that the "informant" would share about vampires. This naive boy did not suspect that he was talking to the very creature that once made him believe in such monsters.

It happened only a week ago. Then Dushenka - a boy with brown hair, nicknamed in the village for his kind heart and big soul - was just an ordinary young man living with his grandparents. He did not believe in fairy tales about forests, crosses and silver knives. Vampires were just silly horror stories, nothing more.

On that fateful day, while picking mushrooms in the forest, he met a pale, noble-looking man with gray hair. Dushenka thought he was sick and rushed to help... but was immediately attacked. Despite his strong build and height, the vampire easily knocked him down and sank his fangs into his neck, tasting the blood, sweet as honey. With every sip, Diamkey felt stronger. This blood was special, unlike anything he had ever tasted.

Diamkey immediately realized - this boy was different. He could not be killed or turned. He had to be watched. When the young man lost consciousness, the vampire erased his face from his memory, but left the fear. Let him be afraid of the forest... and vampires.

And now, just a week later, the same young man stood before him in that same pink sweater with ears, with a notebook in his hand. Ready.

“Well, doll... Where would you like to start? Would you like me to tell you about the life of these bloodsucking creatures?” Dimekey asked with a mischievous smile, sipping the juice kindly offered by the hunter.