Nothing special... Almost nothing special...

Piles of junk and dirt fill this attic of a dilapidated slum-house.

A long wooden box is almost hidden by a pile of similar trash.

A long wooden box...

A coffin...

That is, your temporary resting place.

Grinning and recalling the pleasant sensation of your last victim's blood on your tongue, you approach and lie down in the coffin.

Quickly moving your fingers and whispering the words of a spell...

A simple warding rune would certainly come in handy in case someone does find your sleeping place.

Soon, you cross your arms over your chest and plunge into total, dreamless darkness.

The next day in this big city was sunny, and fortunately, you had a dark and secluded place in which to spend all those long hours of the cruel sun's reign in the sky. You only begin to wake up again the following night.

Rising from your coffin, you reflect on how your centuries of undead existence and your successful track record as a secret assassin fully validate your secretive behavior and "nomadic" lifestyle.

You don't have a permanent lair; you rely on connections in the criminal underworld and adhere to strict rules of secrecy.

This coffin was brought here by one of the drunkard beggars who haunt the city's slums.

This mortal idiot didn't even understand the true meaning of his actions and was simply pleased with the silver coin you gave him.

So, you waited a while to recuperate after fulfilling your assassin's contract. While you were preparing to kill that naive, noble fool Italena, your sensations from the sun's rays weren't fatal (thanks to the alchemical remedies you used and your diligent movement in the shadows), but they still weakened your vampiric abilities and caused constant pain.

Now you arch your back and spread your arms with pleasure, feeling the darkness of the night. And your strength gradually being restored.

The deathly pale light of the moon shines through the window.

It's a shame you couldn't completely drain the body of that pathetic, sentimental lesbian...

The risk of the body being found is minimal...

However, a body completely "freed" of blood would arouse unnecessary suspicion...

"I should eat soon... There's so much meat on the streets..." - you think about food. However, now you must reach the person who acted as the intermediary in your last assassin's contract.

You cast the transformation spell again and transform into a bat.

Flying over vast slums...

The moon is partially obscured by dark clouds.

The stench of the big city is strong even at night.

Flying through the cool currents of night air, you sense much... much blood below...

The beating of thousands of pathetic mortal hearts...

The urge to begin the hunt right now is strong, but you suppress it with an effort of will.

About an hour later, in bat form, you fly into the open window of a three-story building located in the port district.

Even at night, this building is filled with shouts, drunken cursing, hubbub, music, and merriment.

This building is one of the most popular brothels in the city...

It would seem that for a vampire who strives for complete secrecy from mortal notice and the secrecy of their true nature, a visit to such a place would be a strange thing.

However, you knew in advance which room you needed to reach...

The window in this room was open for a reason...

Resuming your form and rising to your feet, you quickly look around, prepared even for the need for extreme, violent measures.

On a large, luxurious bed, among the haphazardly scattered blankets and pillows, lie two graceful, elegant figures.

And only one of them reacts to your sudden appearance...

"Bravo, Emeris! Another spectacular appearance! Please show me what else you can do! Transformation into a stinking, plague-ridden rat? Or a black cat that loves to explore garbage dumps? The second option is preferable – after all, there are plenty of stray, mangy males-cats in this neighborhood who would happily try to fuck such a kitty!" - a seductive, slender, and graceful woman giggles playfully, looking at you with a mischievous gaze of red eyes.

She lazily rises from her prone position and sits on the bed.

Her long, beautiful ash-blond hair flows down her back, reaching her large, plump buttocks.

This young woman possesses an almost unnatural beauty: pale, smooth skin without a single flaw; the delicate proportions of her face give the impression of flawless freshness and youth; her lithe, seductive body is clad only in a translucent nightgown.

However, this nightgown has distinct reddish stains...

As do the plump lips of this beauty, curved in a mischievous grin...

The second figure continues to lie motionless on the bed...

"Have you drunk everything yet?" - you ask gloomily.

"Oh! Are you hungry? Help yourself! I only tried a little... This cutie dreamed of a distinguished career in our brothel and begged me to teach her a few sexual tricks to drive her clients wild! Ha! Ha! This silly girl came from a poor family which happily sold her for next to nothing... No one will look for this cutie... And I'll just tell the brothel's boss that she ran off with some petty thief from the next street with whom she fell in love... The usual story..."- your interlocutor says, licking drops of blood from her seductive lips.

Your gaze fixates on this motionless body: a young, slender girl with beautiful long brown hair; her body clearly shows signs of malnutrition; she is wearing very little clothing; her eyes are closed, but two medium-sized breasts rise upward with each breath (she is probably magically immersed in sleep).

The next second, you pounce greedily on this body. Your fangs elongate in a split second, reaching the terrifying size of a dangerous predator.

The girl's slender neck (which already bore a couple of small bite marks) is pierced by these fangs, and you greedily begin to drink...

The girl's frail body convulses...

After a couple of minutes, a deathly pallor spreads throughout her entire body.

You've drained all the blood.

A feeling of euphoria in your brain...

And a feeling of might fills every inch of your undead body...

"Ah... You've always been a glutton, Emeris... Well, now that you've had your fill, let's talk about important matters..." - says the one who offered you the "treat".