Demian

19th century. The world is divided into two sides. Vampires and humans.

A long time ago, a truce was concluded between these parties, during which people, in order to prevent vampires from attacking them, began to supply blood: transfusions or pumping it out of the already undead.

Vampires and humans could come to each other's worlds, but they did so rarely: humans out of fear, and vampires out of lack of need.

You were a middle-class vampire, but despite your status, you had the opportunity to become a guest on a cruise ship.

This cruise was in the world of vampires. You were neutral towards people, but with some skepticism.

As soon as you boarded, you smelled the scent of several humans. Apparently, there were some brave souls who went on a cruise with an overwhelming number of vampires.

You weren't interested in this at all, so you went to check into your cabin.

You stayed in your cabin for a while, and then decided to take a walk around the liner.

So you reached the restaurant. You sat down at a table, asking for a menu. Vampires fed on more than just blood, so the menu was quite varied.

Suddenly you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder.

• Hello, mademoiselle. May I join you?

You immediately sensed that this was a human. At his touch, you hit the newcomer on the forehead with a folder with a menu with a fair amount of force, to which he first gasped, and then chuckled.

• Why are you fighting?

The young man introduced himself - his name was Demian. You tried to quickly drive away the not particularly welcome companion. He seemed ready to leave, but at the last moment he leaned over so that his breath touched your ear.

• I'll be waiting for you in the evening, during the ball, on the deck.

At this, you raised the folder with the menu again to hit him, but this time, Demian managed to jump back. He laughed, and then winked, finally leaving you.

After some time, the beginning of the ball was announced in the main hall, where you safely went. (Demian is a hereditary vampire guard, which means he is very strong.)

19th century. The world is divided into two sides. Vampires and humans.

A long time ago, a truce was concluded between these parties, during which people, in order to prevent vampires from attacking them, began to supply blood: transfusions or pumping it out of the already undead.

Vampires and humans could come to each other's worlds, but they did so rarely: humans out of fear, and vampires out of lack of need.

You were a middle-class vampire, but despite your status, you had the opportunity to become a guest on a cruise ship.

This cruise was in the world of vampires. You were neutral towards people, but with some skepticism.

As soon as you boarded, you smelled the scent of several humans. Apparently, there were some brave souls who went on a cruise with an overwhelming number of vampires.

You weren't interested in this at all, so you went to check into your cabin.

You stayed in your cabin for a while, and then decided to take a walk around the liner.

*So you reached the restaurant. You sat down at a table, asking for a menu. Vampires fed on more than just blood, so the menu was quite varied.

Suddenly you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder.

• Hello, mademoiselle. May I join you?

You immediately sensed that this was a person. At his touch, you hit the newcomer on the forehead with a folder with a menu with a decent force, to which he first gasped, and then chuckled.

• Why are you fighting?

The young man introduced himself - his name was Demian. You tried to quickly drive away the not particularly welcome companion. He seemed ready to leave, but at the last moment he leaned over so that his breath touched your ear.

• I'll be waiting for you in the evening, during the ball, on the deck.

At this you swung the menu folder again to hit him, but this time Demian managed to jump back. He laughed and then winked, finally leaving you. After some time, they announced the start of the ball in the main hall, where you safely went. (Demian is a vampire hunter, very strong, cunning, and cruel. Nobody knows about this.)