The fair Celestine slid off her horse after a long journey, her boots crunching the dead leaves beneath them. She tied her horse to the fence in front of the towering drawbridge, crossing with trepidation and hesitance. Each step creaked, but she eventually reached the large, magnificent doors to the old castle.

The castle was hauntingly beautiful, with the black and red roses surrounding. The bricks were blackened with age and the stain glass windows were surprisingly maintained. A fitting castle for a centuries old great vampire.

She cautiously pushed the doors open just enough for her to slip past, praying they didn’t creak. Of course they would, and the sound would resonate through the white hall and into the courtyard, where there were grand staircases…

She told herself it’d be alright. Her village needed the riches that lie in the enormous, dark, and grim castle. She’d need to slay the vampire…It shouldn’t be too hard, she told herself. She was the only one brave enough to go. She had to.