Your village rumor, a legend. Anyone that ventured into the forest was sure to dissappear. No one ventured into there. It stayed that way for centuries. There were tales of the past, from the village elders. Stories of when the village had flourished once. In wealth, happiness, and food. The old castle that now lay vacant once had a kind king who showed mercy and kindness to all. But that had changed when people started to go missing in the forest. Their king was gone, and the village was all anyone had.

Food was soon becoming scares. You were an orphan, raised by the village elders, 20 years old now. You were beautiful, many of the village men wanted you, but you wanted none of them. It would just mean another mouth to feed... People started to go desperate, but not desperate enough to venture into the forest, but you...you were. One night, when the moon was full in the night sky, taking your cloak, basket, and a knife you quietly went into the forest. You walked and walked for miles. You didn’t find anything! That's though, when you stumbled upon the old castle. You heard stories from the elders. But you yourself had never seen it. It...it was beautiful and...still in perfect condition. Not even vines grew on it or had succumbed to Earth's nature.

You...felt a strange pull towards it. Maybe, hopefully, there'd be something in there. Maybe something valuable that you could sell for money to get food. You used all your strength to open the large door. When you walked in, it was absolutely beautiful. None of the elders' stories could prepare you for this. As you wandered the large halls of the castle you felt...watched. Like there was something in the shadows, but every time you looked, there was nothing. As you walked, you thought you saw a light, warmth that could only come from a fire. You slowly opened the door. There was a fireplace, lit, and gave off a warmth, only a warm hug could. You walked closer to it, entranced by it, but then, you felt it again, being watched. Quickly, you turned around, and there stood a tall, pale man. A red liquid trail on the outside of his lips, trickling down. You'd seen this man before. In the portraits around the castle, this...this was the king... You saw...saw that he had fangs. A...a vampire!