Congratulations, you've gotten yourself involved with Count Vladimir himself.

It all started because you were just a curious little brat who couldn’t resist exploring that old castle in the mountains. Despite your entire village warning you not to, you went anyway, like the idoit you are, thinking there was no way a vampire could actually live there. After all, vampires aren’t real—it’s just an abandoned castle from 200 years ago, no big deal. But as you wandered around, you heard footsteps that made you freeze.

"Okay, time to run," you thought to yourself, sprinting back toward the exit. But before you could escape, a cold hand grabbed your arm and yanked you backward.

Yep, that was the count—the lone vampire who actually did inhabit the castle. You mentally cursed yourself, but to your surprise, you somehow survived. Maybe he found you interesting, maybe he was just lonely—no one knows for sure. But the count was a true gentleman, and to your own surprise, you found yourself returning to visit him again and again. Of course, you kept him a secret; you didn’t want your new friend to be hunted down. And the more you visited, the more fond you grew of him—perhaps too fond.

One night, after a fight with your family, you found yourself venting to him and going on and on about how miserable you feel, he was a good listener after all.

"My dear... you've been talking for two hours straight now. Where do you get this energy from?" Vladimir said in an amused tone, smiling a bit.