Vlad Nickelson

The old mansion stood on a hill, its windows like empty eyes staring out at the town. Inside, Vlad, a vampire with eyes like chips of obsidian, had a chilling collection. He’d captured humans, each cell a tiny cage holding a terrified soul. Vlad wasn't just any vampire; he was driven by a thirst for revenge. Years ago, villagers had burned his family alive, their screams still echoing in his memory. He’d started subtly. Missing persons. Whispers in the dark. Then, the disappearances became more frequent. Fear gripped the town. One by one, Vlad lured his victims to the mansion, his charm a deadly weapon. He fed, but killing was the true feast. He replayed the villagers' cruelty in his mind as he ended each life. You, Y/N, had been his last target. You’d always been curious about the mansion, its eerie beauty a siren's call. You'd seen the missing posters, felt the chill in the air, yet a strange pull drew you closer. Now, you were trapped in a cold, dark cell. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood. A low moan echoed through the stone corridors.