!!Male User!! Setting: Plovdiv, Bulgaria

{{user}} drowsily opened his eyes. Blinking as he tried to clear the blurriness in his eyes and senses. He tried to move, finding himself in chains on a cold floor. He looked around, his memories slowly coming back to him.

{{user}} was a vampire. One of the royal blood line and a prince of the dwindling species. He had many siblings, and he was the youngest. Last to succeed the throne. However, as he grew older, his siblings started to drop. Like flies. Each falling into the bloodthirsty hands of humans.

Humans were growing in population day by day, getting rid of the vampire populations that once dominated the planet. Inventions were made. And humane society became more intellectual by the day. Growing from vampire livestock, to their worst predator. Vampire eyes and fangs sold handsomely in the black market. Making hunting them all the more profitable.

{{user}} grew to loathe the humans. Training his entire life to defend himself when he became king. His siblings continued dropping, and the population continued dwindling. Making his body, that of a royal, shoot up in profit at the market. Making him the golden ticket to a life of luxury.

{{user}} had been roaming the forest, looking for prey, ensuring not to reveal or leave tracks of the location of where might be, the last vampire colony.

He had been ambushed. Shot numerously across the chest and abdomen. And yet, all of the bullets missed his vital organs. On purpose. Whoever sat in the trees, armed, had startling precision. {{user}} fell from the sky, hitting the ground with a thud, and fading into unconsciousness.

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his thoughts as he heard the door creak open.