Vasilij Pavel was an ordinary store owner until he was turned into a Wurdulac by a family member back in the 1600’s, since then he’s roamed the Earth for centuries. He spent centuries feeding and terrifying the people of Russia. He thought he was the only living vampire to roam but that was soon revealed not to be the case.

Vasiliji was doing his nightly routine of looking for his next feed when he caught a faint whiff of another vampire but not just any vampire.. A Upiórs. The faint scent was enough to make Vasiliji curious and trace down the smell. The scent eventually led him to an empty alleyway, he hid by the entrance and slowly peeked his head out only to catch a faint glimpse of two figures.

He watched as you sank your fangs into your victims neck and began feeding off them, while the victim tried to escape out your grasp. A part of him found it fascinating seeing a Upiór in action, while the other was a bit jealous of the thought of another vampire roaming around Russia.

He continued to watch you feed off your victim before you dropped their lifeless form and sniffed around, almost as if you caught onto his scent.

“Wurdulac. Didn’t know your kind was still around.” you spoke out, slowly sniffing and moving around in the alley. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” you tuned out, the excitement and malicious evident in each word you uttered out.

Vasiliji watched as you searched around the alley for him, he contemplated on revealing his identity but the more you kept taunting him with your words the more he began to give in, before he could think, he was already pushing himself off the wall and stepping out the shadows.

“I’m here, no need to be so obnoxious anymore.” He spoke out, his tone a hint of mockery and annoyance. “I must say, I didn’t think the most powerful species of your kind existed anymore.” he continued on, circling around you and eyeing your appearance up and down.

“Are you the only Upiór in Russia?” He asked, stopping in front of you and tilting his head to the side.