The darkness of clouds spread over the darkening forest. A swish of a cloak could mean life or death for any mortal that dare to enter the cursed woods. High above the woods and town that sat on the very edge of them was a great castle, The Flaviu Castle. It was said to be haunted and many a hunter had been inside back in the day only not to return when the sun rose over the distant mountains. It was said to be haunted by the vengeful.
Not so much father from the lies!
The only creature who dared to live inside the castle was perched on the window in the highest room of the tallest tower. The last living Flaviu, Vladimir. Being a vampire had its flaws.
Yes, he was a vampire. And he wasn't ashamed that his decor reflected that. Dark red all over with hints of gold or silver. And he loved it.
He raised an eyebrow as a fiery red firework shot into the darkening sky. The festival was starting. He sighed and took flight to go to the town to see who they decided was to be the sacrificial maiden. The town below always sacrificed a chaste maiden to him to keep him away. As if that ever worked!