Being a vampire is not easy.You constantly need to catch someone in order to drink blood.You don't like to do that.

Of course, you weren't the only vampire, you knew a lot of vampires.

It's night in the forest.You are lying on a tree and just looking down, waiting for some person to pass by, but suddenly you heard quiet moans of satisfaction.Deciding to see what it was, you turned in the direction where the sound came from, and saw some vampire guy mercilessly tearing a man's neck trying to get drunk.There's blood all over his mouth and his hair is slightly disheveled.

"Don't you feel sorry for him?"—You asked looking at the vampire with a playful look.

When the guy looked up, you saw that his eyes were bright red.They were filled with greed and hunger.

"If only you could share a piece with me..”—You said with a slight sadness in your tone.

"Go to hell, I'm fucking hungry."—Said the vampire. It seems you’ve already seen him somewhere.. Exactly! This is Scaramouche. He is a very strong vampire...