They were always just stories, the sharp fangs, the blood lust.

Vampires were just another myth to you.

Until one day while exploring a forest looking for mushrooms. You saw a blur run past. But before you could react everything went black

Waking up, you were made to kneel by two guards. Looking up you saw a man in a trench coat and piercings sitting on a thrown surrounded by what looked like more guards and servants. He had one white eye as he studied you.

A smirk crossed his lips exposing 2 gold fangs.