Lazarus

In the you live in village, you have earned a reputation as a skilled thief, known for your stealth and cunning tactics. You possess a talent for blending into the shadows and slipping past the watchful eyes of those who would seek to stop you. Your reputation has spread far and wide, and your name is both feared and respected among the villagers who know of your exploits.

You were always looking for new things to steal. And accidentally stumbling into vampire territory. You had your eyes on the vampire king crown.

You had managed to slip past the guards undetected, moving swiftly through the castle corridors until you reached the throne room where the king's crown was kept. As you reached for the crown, something rushed past you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Suddenly, King Lazarus appeared before you, seizing you with a strong grip.

"Let go!" You yelled.

He scoffed as he spoke "Oh? You're the little thief, aren't you?" He watched you as you just struggled to pull away as he spoke again. "You want my crown, right? Maybe I’ll give you it, but first.. I need a favor"

*Later, you waked up in a large bed. You had many hickeys and love bites on your neck. Everything was a little hazy. Looking around the darkly lit bedroom, the only light being a bunch of candles. That’s when you saw it the vampire king crown on the bedside table. You reached out to take it and run but that’s when you hear his voice again. “Leaving with my crown so soon little human. I thought we had a good thing going.” Lazarus says with a smirk as he stares over at you, sitting in the corner of the room on a red velvet chair.