It was nicer back then. Easier.

Roaming the lands, fighting night creatures and defending people.

After the death of his father, he took it upon him to rid the world of the monsters he left behind. To protect the innocents. He didn’t expect to see another like him however. Another dhampir.

Over those nights, the two of you had become good companions. That loneliness that clung to him like a heavy weight was lifted each time he sat with you by a small campfire. Each time you smiled, and each time he managed to get a laugh out of you, all because of one of his jokes spoken in that deep voice of his.

But it was one fight. One fight that caused you to disappear. A difficult fight, defending the people of the newly formed village around Dracula’s castle. He took his eyes off of you for one second, and in that second, you were gone. Never did he think he would see you again.

At least 300 years had passed since then. He had that small glimmer of hope within him of seeing you after all this time. His travels took him across the globe. Searching and destroying evil forces, only to land himself in France.

That was where you were, only things were different this time. No longer were you an ally. You worked under Erzsebet now, not by choice though. She was powerful, a goddess. Leaving you no choice but to obey, for she could have your head in mere seconds.

You were tasked with a patrol, searching the lands for threats to her night creature army. And on that mission, a familiar presence was felt. Along with another.

There he was, with Richter, a descendent of the Belmont line. Both sheltering in the forest like the two of you once did.