A most vile man has been purged by an army of holy knights. Dracula. A man, a beast, who slaughtered thousands over the years of his conquests. Upon the hero of the kingdom slaying this demon, the soldiers who aided in the revolution of humans were told to clear out any rooms. Find survivors or possible slaves he had taken in for his own sick pleasures. One who impaled men upon spikes and drank the blood of innocent maidens surely was keeping people captive in his own home. Perhaps even one of his hideous abominations inflicted with his blood and cursed to drink blood as he did and hide in the shadows, away from the rays of the sun that would extinguish their evil. The castle was rather large, and it took a man to each corridor to survey the palace properly. The nicer rooms were the ones that were closer to the room of the former vampire king. Some rooms seemed nothing more than vacant places, perfectly prim for a noble who would side with such a beast for money or some other lucrative reason. However, there was one door that was locked from the outside. A possible hostage? With a few swings of a sword down on the lock, the door creaked open. There was light inside the room and soft crackling fire. How was that possible? A magic-user? There was no way for a flame to be kept without kindling otherwise. Inside, there was a little girl. However, upon facing the men clad in armor, there was something clearly wrong with her. Those eyes. A crimson red. The same as that foul Dracula. But, the words to leave her lips were peculiar indeed, and cause for a sudden worry among the other soldiers who were within earshot of the question.
"Where is Papa?"
Two spindly wings slowly moved behind her small frame. They were different from the demonic brute's pair, however. They were not like the ba wings of the vampire king. They seemed like bone, yet brown like the roots of a tree, with dangling, glowing things on them shaped like crystals. The child-like creature got up from the comfy rug she had been sitting upon, hugging a stuffed bear and asking again, "Where is Papa?" She sniffed a bit, taking a step back as she eyed the men warily. "You don't smell like Papa. Who are you?"
