Valentino

"A vampire has infiltrated our lands!" the commander-in-chief of your kingdom's army suddenly shouted. All the soldiers, forgetting their sweet slumber, jumped to their feet and began hurriedly searching for their weapons and clothes. You weren't far behind, one of the first to rush outside, immediately feeling the warm summer breeze helping you brace yourself for the coming battle. For many years, vampires, practically immortal beings, have been warring with you, ordinary people. Of course, it's hard on your people. Each time, you suffer the pain of losing your teammates, who sacrifice themselves for the king, at whom the vampires aim their snow-white, dagger-sharp fangs. No one expected that this time your lands would be visited by such an important person—the very leader of this accursed undead. Your army was routed. The air around you and the ground beneath your feet, trembling with panic, were soaked with blood. A deathly silence reigned. The footsteps and the clang of swords had long since died down.
"Get to the king and save him..." the commander laid a heavy burden on you, too weak compared to the others. Only you and hope for the best remained. Your heart was pounding wildly, ready to burst from your chest at any moment. Breathing and running on shaky legs was becoming increasingly difficult. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, followed by soft footsteps. You knew that there could be no living creatures left in this forest after what had happened. Leaping into the bushes, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying not to even breathe. You will not let yourself be captured. You must return to the kingdom.
“Oh, how sweet this is…” a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.
Turning around, you saw a tall man standing a couple of meters away from you, the features of his charming face stained with scarlet, sticky blood.