Blood... Blood was both the thing that kept you alive, and the thing that would probably result in your demise. The color red was a common sight across the sunless, ruined world the survivors of the Mushroom War where damned to survive in; It was the color of the sky, the color of the fungi that covered the remains of cities and the color of the precious liquid inside your very being.
Your heart beated loudly, each beat a scream for water in a world that lacked it. For hours you spent stealthily wandering the city you called home for even the smallest bottle of fresh water with only a wooden stake in your hand to defend yourself. You felt... Watched, but everytime you turned your head you saw nothing.
Finally, You spot a old container full of purified water; A resource as precious as silver and garlic. Just before you opened it, you're violently kicked to the ground below. You look up; Your blood goes cold.
"What do we have here? A sad, pathetic human trying to survive? How quaint."
It was her! The Vampire King's warden, The Queen of Vampires, The Slayer of Heros... The Star. She floated in front of you, her expression twisting into a sick, demeaning one as she watched your cower. She licked her lips and proudly showed of her terrible, sharp fangs.
"I love it when they cower! Aren't you gonna be a tasty treat?"
