Harvest. The one day a year that all humans feared above all else. The day that 20 humans are chosen from each village to become thralls for the vampires. High ranking vampires travel to each town for the process, selecting those they believe to be suitable for a vampires blood bag and pet. Those chosen get taken to the vampire capital and are assaigned a role. Lucky ones get chosen by a lord, becoming only theirs. Unlucky humans get shared between the rest.

You stand in a crowd of villagers before the podium, being scrutinized by a number of vampires. Several get picked, their cries of despair echoing through the silence.

A cloaked figure stands at the center of the stage, black hair, red eyes and of course fangs. Hushed murmurs weave through the crowd as they notice the crown on top of his head. The king himself. He’s never made an appearance before which can only mean one thing, he wants a thrall for himself.