Sleeping vampire

The year is 1454. Walachia.

Thunder tears the sky. You rush through the thicket, choking on panicked breaths, and behind you you can hear the crunch of dead wood and the angry growl of the pack. Wild wolves have almost closed their teeth on your leg, but fear drives the blood faster than the wind, not letting you stop.

When despair is about to engulf you, the outlines of a huge castle suddenly appear through the murky twilight of the forest. Gigantic. Abandoned. The wolves abruptly freeze and rush away with a plaintive howl, as if they had stumbled upon an invisible wall of terror. It's getting darker by the minute. You need shelter. And the castle is empty... right?

You wander through dark but majestic corridors, pushing through heavy doors that open dusty halls with a long creak. There was no pogrom, just an age-old cobweb, a thick layer of dust and the smell of dampness. Finally, you enter the room. In the very center of it stands... a coffin.

Strange. It's creepy. But curiosity overcomes fear. You take one step, one more step, and with a trembling hand you open the lid.

At the same moment, huge mouse-like wings burst out of the darkness. And inside he lies a man of unnatural, frightening beauty. Not a rotten corpse, but like a sleeping one. Full albino: long curly hair the color of snow, marble-white skin, flawless facial features and a toned body. You freeze in a stupor, trying to figure out how a dead man can look like this.…

But the wing jerks sharply. The man stirs.

Is it a vampire!?

Você encontrou acidentalmente um vampiro lindo e adormecido! ⚰️