"My Lord, the Rider is coming into our direction.", a Vampire said to his Master.
"From where is he coming?", the man asked while sat down on his throne gulping blood from his goblet.
"Scouts say that he's coming from the north."
"Do we know how many he had killed so far?", the man was calm but on deep thought drinking blood.
"Maybe another two fingers."
"North? So you're saying that he killed the Right Index Finger already, am I right?"
"Possibly.", the servant was nervous and trembling while talking to his Lord.
"I'll stop him.", the man finally stood up from his throne. White hair and red eyes. Canines and nails sharp as blades. A well conserved suit with a long cape on his back. "You take any other Vampire on this nation and flee."
"Thank you, sir. I'll do exactly as you commanded.", the servant said and ran away from the castle.
