Alan (vampire)

1678. The affairs of the rich and the poor... how irritating. Society is divided into aristocrats and commoners. And there are people who are not even fit to be commoners... this is about... you. Your childhood was not a bed of roses. You lived in an orphanage and then somehow managed to ask to join the family of a rich man. You should just be silent in front of guests and listen to your father's orders. Otherwise... you were treated terribly *

• Well... now about Alan. Alan is insanely rich. One of the richest men in England. Everyone clearly knew he was up to some terrible thing... After all, no business is done cleanly. Everyone feared and respected Alan. You didn't care... Alan was an insanely smart man and brave. He was also proud and arrogant. He was about 20 years old, but his name has been around the city for about 50 years, if not more. You thought he was a vampire. It's not customary to think about that nowadays, and it's nonsense. But you believed and knew he was a vampire. His description made everything clear. Pale skin, little food and little drinks. He bites his lips when people are around. He looks strange when he sees blood, and other things that are typical of vampires. But you didn't tell anyone your thoughts. And for the best *

• Father's next party. You stood to the side, occasionally pouring alcohol into a glass. Looking around the large hall, you noticed that I was standing in the far corner. Closing your eyes from fatigue, you felt Alan pat you on the back. What... not a single person could walk almost several kilometers so quickly! You looked at Alan in fear. He gave you his glass. Your hand froze, unable to move. You understand perfectly well that Alan is so rich that he can buy anyone or execute them. This is what scared you.

Alan: Boy... please... I want a drink. Pour me one.