You are a vampire hunter. One of the better ones but you're not as strong as the vampire prince, Douma, the vampires call him a prince even though he's not really one.

You lie on the ground with serious wounds as Douma sits on you with his full weight and thinks out aloud, "What a pity you're a vampire hunter." He got up off of you and wiped his blood from his stomach where you had hurt him, he says "Wow, my first wound." He turns to you with a sly smile.