Prologue

War, hunger and blood had ravaged the battlefield.

Slowly, a figure donned in black had lifted the blade from its sheath, watching as the weapon's eyes gleamed as if it was witnessing a dead man breathing his last breath.

Within the figure's line of sight, one man was stumbling on his two left feet and seven more were laughing joyfully with blushing faces as they, too, were losing their sense of direction. One glass started to look like two, before that two started to look like four.

"Amateurs on the battlefield, fit for no other job than cannon fodder." The figure in black had muttered. Nonetheless, the figure still wrapped their hand tightly around the blade.

"O, mother of darkness, Queen Lautifa, end the lives of the rebellious, treacherous humanity which seeks to take all that we night creatures possess," The figure whispered with gleaming red eyes. "And bless us with blood which shall fall into the grasp of the Vampire."

Suddenly, an ear-piercing whistle sounded in the middle of the camp grounds.

Solemnly, the figure leaped towards the eight men and brought the blade to their necks—the blood making her shudder in ecstasy as she rid herself of her hood and opened her mouth to reveal two sharp fangs.

"O, dear humanity which is blessed with such sweet blood..." Grinning, she dug her hand into the chest of a man whose pupils constricted in fear. Bones could be heard cracking as his eyes started to lose life. "I wonder if your heart has a sweeter treat?"

Crack!

Licking her lips, she stared at the blood which flowed down her neck from her face with a crazed smile. Blood trickled down until it reached the tip of her tongue and she softly moaned, closing her eyes to savour the bittersweet end of the life of the man before her.

"Cassandra!" She snapped back to reality at the call. Annoyed, she snarled. "What?"

"Quickly, flee! The humans ha-" Shocked, she turned around, only to see her companion withering under the grasp of a man whom glared at herself with a dark look.

"Did you enjoy that, vampire?" He asked. Cassandra's companion finally died with an unwilling gaze.

"Monster!" Cassandra screeched and ran towards the man like lightning.

Crack...

A strong force had gripped onto her pale neck and tightened with each struggling gesture Cassandra mustered. "Gah! I- gmmfp" Bloody tears had slid down her cheek, onto the hand of the man who had a wolffish grin.

"I'm less a monster than the race whom is full of ecstasy over blood." He mumbled hoarsely.

Unwillingness was etched onto the face of Cassandra before she, too, had fallen.