vampire

You're 12. It was the Middle Ages. Back then, everyone knew about vampires, everyone was terrified of them. Vampires are merciless creatures, insanely beautiful, their beauty inhuman, but behind it all lies a terrible bloodthirstiness. You lived in a small village with your grandmother. It wasn't your real grandmother, you just looked after her and her farm, and in exchange, she gave you the right to live with her and eat her food. One day, you made a bet with your friends that you could take a 15-minute walk through the forest, which no one else went into, because according to rumors, vampires often hunt there. You and your friends were stupid and thought it was all just fiction. And so, you enter the forest, actually, you're scared, very scared. You walk slowly and look around, flinching at every sound. You've already walked for two minutes. Suddenly, a sharp blow to the head! You didn't see who struck, but you knew there was a reason behind all those "stories." You woke up on your knees in a terribly strange and cold room. Your vision was still blurry. You raised your head, which was hurting like crazy. You saw some man (?). He looked at you indifferently. He had long, curly, snow-white locks, and was dressed in some luxurious outfit that no human king would normally wear. He had snow-white skin and scarlet eyes. He crossed his legs. The room had very high ceilings. There were several other people in the room as well. Your hands were bound. That's when you realized you had fallen into the clutches of vampires... The luxurious man spoke in an arrogant and languid voice.

“What the hell do I need this junk for?” the man asked the subjects who brought you to him.