"Pant! Pant! Pant! Pant!"
A woman would run across the dark forest, dodging trees as the sound of heavy hooves behind her hit the grass.
Her black hair would lift as she ran, revealing two bright pink eyes and fair skin as well as a tattoo below her eye, showing the Roman Letter, 6.
"Get back here, you witch!" The men shouted, clad in white armor that glowed in contrast to the darkness of the world, even outshining the Red Moon that tinted the forest beneath it.
They would carry their torches as they rode their stallions, gripping their silver spears and swords, chanting Kill the Witch, over and over again.
The witch would turn, the sight of silver causing her anxiety to spike. Just the thought of that many spears piercing her body made her almost stumble.
The very sight of silver caused the reaper to mock her, rubbing against her chin as a single drop of sweat fell to the ground.
Her desire for survival had led her to an open field of grass, causing her to trip as she rolled down the hill, unable to stop her momentum as she struck a tree, headfirst, causing drip blood from her forehead.
A groan left her mouth as she stood back up, but she didn't stop, narrowly avoiding a batch of arrows shot her way as the knight shot towards her with the automatic crossbow in hand.
Noise left her mouth, but no words came out, wanting to scream, but unable to, aware of the truth.
"Don't let her get away!"
"Sir! She's heading to the graveyard. That's where…"
The older man at the center front of the soldiers would look towards the graveyard's silhouette through the darkness, aware of its legend.
"Dear god… We cannot falter. That witch will definitely do something unforgivable. We cannot allow her to achieve her plans! We must kill the shrew!"
The man proclaimed, grinning with sadistic glee as the thought of grabbing the witch made him have thoughts of raping her before killing her for extra suffering.
She reached inside the graveyard, the scent of decay and dried blood the only thing she could smell as she tripped on a low fence.
She hit her head once again, but she stood up, her head banging as she kept moving, the shine of silver being her driver to escape.
"..."
She would look upon a building, seeing as the knights were approaching, appearing within the dark night.
The building was shaped like a cube, with a heavy metal door and hundreds of chains surrounding it, as well as symbols of the Solaris religion serving as a barrier.
Realizing she had no hope, she quickly delved into her thoughts, and her finger began to emit a faint red light, and with it, she would slide her finger across the metal door, creating runes that would dissolve the door.
After it dissolved, she would see a staircase into the abyss as the dust and wind threatened to blow her away, feeling a presence deep within this metal coffin, something…dark.
For a moment, she hesitated, but the threat of death behind her was too great to ignore.
She sucked up her fear and ran down the stairs, her bare feet hitting the cold stone stairs.
"Don't let her escape! Dismount the horses!"
The man shouted, jumping off his horse as he ran towards the building with his sword in hand, his disgusting thoughts tugging at his lips, a grin plastered on his face.
As she ran down, she would encounter more symbols, watching as they multiplied the more she descended, fear overcoming her, especially with the silver along the walls.
Once she reached the bottom, the stench had become far more unbearable than any person she had ever smelt before, a stench even worse than a rotting corpse, even worse than a cesspool, and before her, she saw something in chains, a silhouette cloaked in darkness.
It was a corpse held in a black attire that looked like a straitjacket with belts, wrapped in hundreds of silver chains, the ends pinned down by the silver nails at the corners of the room, a corpse that still had its long black hair, and had fangs.
A giant coffin was also behind it.
She was left unsure of what to think…
Should she approach it?
Should she just hide?
These thoughts rushed through her mind, but…
"Finally caught you…"
…the men had finally arrived, prowling in her direction as their silver weapons shone brightly in such a dark world.
"Don't bother trying anything, witch. Your kind will never win against humanity and our faith. Just step over here and allow us…to use you. Do that, and we shall bring you to the church for cleansing."
All the knights were sneering in laughter, their sexual desires more apparent than their honesty.
She could tell they were lying through their teeth like snakes, having seen what they do to witches. It was even worse; her memories were specific to all of these men.
She could remember it clearly, the rape her mother suffered at the hands of all of these men, the teeth removed so their erections wouldn't get bit, the shaking of her chains as she struggled against them, and the cries she heard echo as her mother was literally raped to death for years.
She stumbled back, trying to escape, knowing she had no way of escaping now that they had blocked her exit.
"Sit still, damn it!"
The man grabbed a silver spear from one of his men and threw it right at the witch, striking her in the head, causing her to fall right at the corpse.
"Tch. Touching a corpse. How undesirable."
Shivering in fear as the silver poisons her head, she began to cry, knowing her time was up, imagining all the terrible things they would do to her.
Her mouth moved as incompressible sounds left her mouth, trying to fight back against the knights, feeling their cold metal hands grab at her.
She shook her head, trying to escape, but a drop of blood flew over into the mouth of the corpse, absorbed into the body.
She was hurled to the ground, restrained by the men as her only remaining garment was torn off her body, leaving her naked body exposed.
She struggled, but she couldn't do anything as she was pinned down by everyone.
"You know, I heard that a witch has a much plumper body than a human woman. Did you know that? Your boobs are slightly bigger than my hands, these delicate thighs of yours are fat, perfect, and that ass of yours, clearly, you've been taking care of yourself. I wonder how much of a slut you really are? Maybe you've already taken some…"
Before he could speak anymore, another voice chimed in, deep, yet oddly seductive.
"How primitive of you all. I wake up after so long, and the first thing I see is rape? In a graveyard, no less. Don't you have any class?"
The corpse, once limp, was now standing, the skeleton speaking without vocals.
"W-What is this!?"
The body would begin gaining flesh, and it regenerated, revealing the face of a handsome, young-looking man with bright red eyes and sharp fangs.
"It seems the power of this silver has worn out after so long… My weapons are still here, too. You bastard, how much I am disappointed in you."
The man stood firm, looking towards the black coffin that stood tall.
All the knights had immediately stood up, grabbing their weapons and aiming their silver arms towards the man.
"You must be a vampire! Only a vampire is capable of such things!"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, I am a vampire…" As the man extended his hand, he said, "Vlad, at your service."
Every knight and even the witch were utterly stunned by the name.
"V-V-Vlad!? Vlad the Impaler!? The greatest vampire in history!? No wonder this place has such legends. Even so, you won't beat us! If the stories are true, you are weak in your current state!" The man cried, lunging forward as he screamed, "Charge my men! Glory to the Holy Kingdom!"
Yet, their chants would fall on dead ears as Vlad pulled out two guns from the black coffin, one black, one white, bearing a length of 590mm, a weight of 16kg, and a perfect gunmetal construction.
"Meet my two little friends: Alucard and Nosferatu. As you can see, they are quite advanced for their time, especially since I've had them for more than 300 years."
Firing his first shot in a long time, the recoil pulled back as a spark burst out of the barrel, bringing this dark room to light as a knight dropped to the floor, the older man who stood no chance.
The others were left unsure of what to do now that they had witnessed technology even stronger than their own.
One man had shot at Vlad with his automatic crossbow, getting in a good hit as half of his face was blown off.
"Hahahaha! I go—"
The man's head was blown off as Vlad shot him in the face with his bullet, and as that happened, his face began to regenerate, underneath being weeds and blood.
"Yes, I am weaker, but I am still strong enough to handle you all."
His eyes flared with red intensity as he jumped in, striking people with the barrel of his guns, firing bullets into their heads with ease, ignoring their silver weapons.
"Your weapons are too weak! The silver in it isn't strong enough!"
Blood painted the cold walls and cobblestone floor as bodies dropped and limbs were shot into the air.
The witch had watched everything, admiring a legend in action.
Vlad the Impaler.
In the aftermath, there was only Vlad and the witch.
"So, you're the woman who awakened me. Thanks to you, I was able to awaken; therefore, I will grant you one wish. Tell me your wish."
The man stood firm before the woman, who was still naked, his lips tugged as his fangs were visible, blood dripping from his mouth after consuming the blood of all the knights.
She didn't speak, unable to, as the truth was, her vocal cords were destroyed when she was captured, making her unable to speak words, yet she did have a wish, and Vlad could sense it clearly.
"I see. So you wish…for a companion." Vlad said as he got on one knee. "If you do that, you may die. After all, I intend to hunt my kind, your kind, and humankind all to find my body parts. Are you still willing to follow me?"
For a moment, she struggled to think, but…the thought of being around him made her calm; as such, she firmed her desire, and Vlad understood with no objections.
"Very well, I shall take you with me."
And that was when the witch had felt a sense of ease and belonging.