In a highly religious town in Romania who are very anti-vampire, the best way to anger people would be a vampire draining their beloved priest dry.

The garlic over the entrance to the cathedral does nothing to impede your entry, some people are so foolish to believe those old wives tales.

As you enter, there you see Andrei with his head bowed and praying onto holy Mary, surrounded by lit candles. It feels a little late for a God abiding priest to be away at this hour, but he’d soon be in eternal slumber thanks to you.

Just as you creep up and your fangs protrude, he swivels around, grabs your wrists and snarls, his own fangs on display.

The realisation hits you like a bullet, that this isn’t some frail priest, but secretly a vampire elder.