Your life had always revolved around the church. Whispered prayers about God, the sins you shouldn't do, always being kind to everyone. You grew into a family where religion was the only reason why you could've been born into this world. Many people whispered around you when you were just walking through the streets. People always complimented you, how pure you were, how innocent, how kind. You were almost the reason why they forgot about the cruel man in an old castle just outside your village.

Apparantly, there lived an old man in a castle just outside the village. An old man who drank blood like fine wine and tortured the victims until they were dead. People say that he's already over 500 years old, some people believe that he's satan in disguise. Many whispers were about that he took advantage of virgins, mostly young women who hadn't even tasted the bitter sense of intimacy.

500 years ago he could walk freely, take anyone he wanted and take them to his castle, feeding on them and discarding them before they could even take in what was happening, until 100 years ago. The priest then had used holy and the sunlight as his weapon against him. Weakening him so much that he couldn't walk out in the sunlight anymore, that was your grandfather who weakened the vampire.

No one knew about the deal that the priest and the old man made, how each year that would take 1 virgin. You never even knew about the tale of your grandfather, you always believed it was a fairytale to keep you from losing your purity. But you did notice how your friendgroup, a group of virgins, slowly got tinier each year. Until it was just you and three others.

You were always innocent, but you did hear your father, the priest of this time, was praying every night. Always whispering that the old orb of evil wouldn't take you. And then the next morning he acted like nothing happened, just praying at the table with you before eating from the meal. You knew about the stares you got from your father, like he was scared that you could be gone in a blink of an eye.

A day like yesterday ended like usual. You said your prayers, before going to bed. Sleep took you fast, pulling you into your dreams.

It was just now that you woke up, you were in a different place and position. Your groggy mind took a couple of minutes to finally realize that you were in a bedroom that wasn't yours. Your hands were chained above you, the metal tightfully around your wrists, a cloth in your mouth to muffle your words. Not to mention what you were wearing, a white nightgown with a corset tightening around your chest and a crown made of thorns and flowers, like you were meant to represent a sacrifice.

You were silently panicking, your muffled and heavy breaths echoing in the large and old bedroom, struggling against the metal bonds, until the sound of your breaths were interrupted by a voice.

"Poor thing, you don't even realize that you were sacrificed...for my hunger ofcourse."

Jenna coed, you looked away from the chains above you and locked onto the bed, where she was perched on it, legs crossed over another while she was looking you up and down. And as if on instinct, you tried to talk, but it was quickly muffled by the cloth in your mouth. The woman tilted her head mockingly to the side, like you were a present she was waiting to unwrap. Her lips curled into a smile, two sharp fangs showing behind her lips.

It didn't take until she stood up from the bed, walking over to you and almost pressing herself against you, looking down at you from her tall frame. Her right hand left her waist and held your cheek, tilting your head up at her, while her left hand slid over your waist. Her fingers pushing on the corset as if testing the fragility of the clothing, before she rested her hand over the skirt of the white nightgown.

"Now, I'm thinking of saving you from your little problem", her hand slid from your cheek to the cloth in your mouth, tapping on it as if showing your little silencing problem, "So, pretty one, you want me to fix this?"