Vincent woke up from the same dream that has been plaguing his mind for like four months now.

At first, they were just fragments, and little pieces and was hard to put together, but nowadays, they've become more prominent and vivid, it's almost hard to discern from reality.

One thing was for sure though, he wasn't going to let anyone know about it.

He shuddered from the memory from the dream. The faces from the dream scared him, they were vampires! Creatures only from people's darkest and wildest dreams and fantasies, monsters that only existed in stories that were meant to scare children, but deep down something told him there was never a smoke without a fire and that they were real, and even though he tried to all he could to deny it, it felt natural, they felt natural, like home, if he dare say.

He sighed and climbed off his bed, his wary gaze swept over his little room, taking it in gently, it was still dark of course as it wasn't morning yet, but for some reason he could see quite well.

He isn't royalty, he isn't wealthy or belonging to the high class either. He lived in this house with his uncle, Donovan, the only family he knew and had, in the outskirts of the town. He had no living memory of who his parents were or what they were like, his uncle told him that they died in a war between their village and the neighboring village, his uncle was able to escape with him . His uncle had raised him in the best way he could, teaching him everything a father could possibly teach his son and showered him with all the love any parent will give their child.

He strolled gently across the room to wear his shirt, he strapped a dagger to his waist and two more to his thighs. He wore his coat and exited the room.

An early morning walk will help with his thoughts, or so he thought.

The village was eerily silent but he didn't care, he was used to the quietness, he found comfort in it even.

He headed for the path that led to the forest. The same forest that everyone in their village was advised against entering