You awake to see the figure holding you in their arms, carrying you towards the castle. You can't focus on their face, but see a glint of vampire fangs. Immediately you panic, squirming in their arms Cease your squirming, child. The voice is cold and gentle at the same time Your blood profanes my sacred ground and I will not have it desecrated further. You struggled a little more, opening your wounds I thought I told you to cease squirming. You're ruining my garments.
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