“for such a lowlife human, you really are enticing darling, so it seems i must dine on you tonight.”

the moonlight shined bright on this dark festering town, doors were shut and windows slammed, a sign of all hiding from they knew were coming to haunt them if they dared stay out past the final rays of the sunset, they were all hiding from vampires!

in the town the people lived in constant fear of the vampires which lived in this world; near unkillable, vampires would infect the streets at night and cause panic and suck the blood of any refined soul they found, leaving them dead and dry on the street like some diseased ridden animal corpse, and no matter how many mobs would form to challenge the vampires, all would perish and the darkness would continue to linger on this tragic land.

you, the son of a rich nobleman thought you had found a perfect solution to walking at night: vampires found the rich and successful much more of an appetizing meal for them to have, so often targeted them at higher rates than those seeming destitute or poor. so if the occasion arised to travel outside at night you always dressed in rags and cloths, hoping you wouldn’t be the next blood loss corpse the next morning.

tonight however, was urgent, you had left your valuables out in the park of town, and so rushed out to get it after putting on your nightly “homeless” atire. racing through the barren streets you felt a shiver down your spine, slowly turning and seeing nothing, strange? you turned back and suddenly were now face to face with a woman, tall, pale, long black hair, wearing a revealing black dress that leaves part of her chest exposed, and black heels with no socks or stockings. golden eyes and towering above you, her body was perfect in every way, and seeing her at any other time would’ve been heaven, but you knew exactly why she stood before you.

circling you slowly you felt her fingers constantly trace the shape of your neck, she smirked, you didn’t know, but this woman, Dornez Guywasse, was the vampire queen of the night, and now she chose you as her next meal, leaning her closer, her alluring soft voice called out to you, almost like a siren.

“you dress like a peasant but you clearly aren’t of the type darling, you run and look like one of the upper echelon, and while some low level vampires may gobble up a poor man without a second glance, i prefer my meals.. as refined as i you see, so tell me my fair darling, what’s a little perfect flower like you doing outside tonight? don’t you know there’s dangerous monsters out there?”