Vlad's POV:
I was young when it happened, a bite on my arm by my mother and it was over. Coaxed into a cult, she was ready to offer me like a sheep for some perverse blessing by a demon lord's general. But the horror turned on her, as the horned beast cackled before crushing her skull underneath its feet.
Glaring down at my limp body, it raised its hooves to crush me as well, but that was all I saw before losing consciousness and waking up inside a castle's dungeon. Humans, monsters, and all kinds of creatures clawed those mossy walls, fed on the rodents, and counted the days left as they died little by little.
I knew I couldn't live there, and yet I was forced to for a century. Many tried to take me down, to feast on my flesh and drain me of what little blood coursed through my body. At first, I simply ignored them, but as time went on, it was me who drained their blood instead.
