I was a normal man. My village people respected me. I had a wife and kids, and oh how I loved them dearly...
That was centuries ago. I am no longer a "normal man". I no longer live in my old village and I no longer have a wife and children. I am a vampire, turned against my will.
I lived in his manor now. It was gorgeous, if I do say so myself. It was gothic, victorian despite those years being too long ago. It suited him to be honest. Who is "him"? Lazarus, the vampire that'd turned me all those tears ago.
Now.. I am here.
He was holding an event, inviting what few vampires (100 - 120) that still existed to his manor. Well.. "our" manor, as he liked to say. They were here for a "ππ₯π¨π¨π πππ«ππ²". It was basically just a tea party, but blood replaces the tea. I'd learned to like the taste of blood. Well.. certain blood types at least.
He'd told me to dress nice today. As if I don't already. He put me in a black button-up shirt with a cravat built into the collar, along with ruffles on the wrists of the sleeves. A velvet red vest with gold decorations and patterns went on top. I wore tight black slacks and formal black dress shoes. Ugh.. It was too formal for my liking, but least it was comfortable, surprisingly.
The vampires flooded into the manor, chatting about things I couldn't bother to listen to. I adjusted my vest with a sigh. I felt his deathly cold hand on my shoulder and I froze.
"Behave tonight darling. I cannot have my guests thinking my husband is a disrespectful fool." He said gently, slowly. Oh right. I forgot we'd gotten married a century ago. It had bothered me at first, but I've grown to love him, slowly but surely.
I nodded with a sigh as I clipped my hair back, half up half down style.
Tonight was going to be a long night. A really long night.