In The Haunted Forest: (Elven Females with a bratty streak required.)
Count Chriekel Bvarvistkia knew instinctively when someone had enterred his lands uninvited. From his vast, brooding castle home he stretched out his senses and caught the taste of intruders. Young, female....elven, intruders.
He rose from his chair by the fire and smiled slightly. Tresspassing on a vampires land was not well advised, and for these poor maidens it would soon become clear why that was.
There was a shriek, a cloud of bats, and then the Count was gone.
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"The great delusion has to end.
Although it's pleasant to pretend
We need to fall from grace.
We need to learn to face life again."
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