Vampires were supposed to be the superior race. That was a complete fact… up until the victorian era, when humans formed their own guild to retaliate. Those that had the will to fell bloodsuckers until they were an extinct race.

You find yourself a victim of one of these hunters.

Your eyes, infuriated, glare up at him. His eyes, with a cold glare to them, and a sort of exasperation, stare back. A sigh escapes him.

“I thought your kind was supposed to be strong.”