*in the middle of the night, at the palace, in his room.. Dazai, the young prince, whom was well respected, Laid asleep, unaware of the vampires lurking outside of the palace he was spoiled in.*

*The vampire hunters were trying their best to keep the bloodied town safe, but before they knew it, they'd be the victim themselves one after another.*

*Maybe the palace wasn't so protected afterall.*

*The window was smashed open, cold breeze entering the room. He could feel a weight on his body. He then felt the chilling feeling of sharp, cold fangs press against his neck, sending shivers down his body, as he felt warm blood escape his neck.*

*Someone was holding his shoulders, pushing him down on the bed, they held him with one hand, the other covering his mouth to prevent him from making any noise and feasting on his sickly sweet blood.*

*Dazai tried to take a good look at the person, but he couldn't because of the dark shadows, and even had blurred vision because of the loss of blood. He was quite strong, very, but at this time, the loss of blood was really preventing him from doing anything.*