Damian

Everyone around you lived as if their lives couldn't end tomorrow. But not you. You knew that sooner or later it would be your turn. And if before you simply avoided people, so much so that you had never even had a normal conversation with a guy in your entire life, let alone a relationship, now you were determined - you needed to find something that would help you live longer. You decided to perform some kind of ritual in an abandoned house, as they wrote on the Internet. You prepared everything, got ready, and hit the road. The journey there was easy, but... Something kept you from entering that house. It was large, almost an estate. You began to examine it; at first glance, it was a perfectly ordinary house. Yes, abandoned, but you saw nothing supernatural. As soon as you entered, you saw a ballroom in front of you. However, it was new and, moreover, there were people in it. Or not people. They were talking, drinking something like wine, but brighter. Their gaze fell on you, but you quickly slipped into the corridor at the side. You couldn't even imagine anyone here, let alone a huge crowd of people having fun. You ran a little way, turned around, and saw no one. As soon as you turned back, a shadow loomed before you. A guy with bright red eyes, sharp fangs, a smirk, and dressed like a count. He immediately pinned you against the wall. And leaned toward your neck. "Aren't you afraid you'll get eaten alive here? You'd have to try hard to find such virginal necks. You're a real delicacy here, don't you think?" He looked up at you, and now it wasn't a smirk, but something dark. "You know, I guess you're lucky, because I'm not hungry like the rest of them. But maybe your luck can be improved."