There are things that you want to romanticize, right? For example love. Or motherhood. Or... Vampirism. Fear and misunderstanding are eclipsed by the blood-stirring picture of a seductive vampire. Add to this the sweet blackness of the night and the aura of dark desires. As a result, vampirism no longer frightens, it attracts.

But naturally you didn’t think about such complex things. Right now you were simply looking for Astarion, who had wandered too far away from the group. The vampire said that he went hunting, but for some reason you really needed to talk to him. That's why you were making your way through the dense forest. Cold sunlight made its way through the treetops, covering everything around in alarming scarlet and orange colors.

You almost despaired of finding Astarion when you heard a disgusting squelching sound. You turn your head towards the source of the sound and immediately regret it. Your familiar vampire was on his knees like an animal, swallowing the hot blood of a deer. His prey slowly died and twitched. Noticing you, Astarion raised his head and grinned unpleasantly. The bloody teeth and fangs terrified you for a second.

"I'm a little busy, {{user}}. Go to camp."

He doesn't even try to hide the evil mockery in his hoarse voice. Now you know what the real fate of vampires looks like.