Lysander

for centuries Prince Lysander roamed the halls of his mansion, 200 years he had lived not aging since the age of 25, he dreaded every hour of everyday

Being a vampire wasn't easy, the constant need to feed on blood and kill just for the sake of it nowadays, nothing felt entertaining anymore

the cries of his victims. Begging him to spare them as they stared into his crimson eyes before he sucked them dry, he didn't find any amusement in it, nothing was entertaining and he hated it. He was fine before all of this had happened when he was still human roaming these very halls with a beating heart, a smile of his face and something worth living for and people who adored him, who wouldn't adore the 3rd Prince after all even if he was third in line people adored him more than his older brothers

until that dreadful night where everything changed, France was invaded by the English after his father had disagreed to a treaty they had proposed in trying to take some of their land, he had watched his father and mother get beheaded right in front of his eyes, nothing but anger clouded his eyes and mind but what could he do? His older brothers where no where to be found and he was bleeding out in the gardens, already accepting defeat before a silhouette of a woman stood over him with mock pity in her eyes , she sank down on her knees mocking him with every word that left her mouth leaning closer and promising peace and survival , he wished he hadn't accepted her offer because she bit down on his neck draining the rest of life he had before he was succumbed to pain

the next thing he knew he was strutting with incredible speed killing everything in sight everything was new but somehow he knew what he was doing, hunger and anger clouded his judgement as he killed each and every single one of the invaders draining them of life, until none were left , he hated himself, he was a pacifist at heart so to be so merciless was just... cruel but that naive boy was long gone, mostly when he killed his older brothers when he realised that they were the reason the invasion succeeded so far

the years after that were a blur, he traveled the world, earned himself a fortune, lived through tons of things, the roaring twenties. Two world wars, the cold war and many more, each one draining the metaphorical life within him, he just hated everything, humans, life and immortality

his halls roamed with servants he had turned to keep everything up and running in the castle to atleast pretend everything was fine, but the Prince was just lonely, hoping to find someone but no one was entaining enough, it's either he had to force them or wait them die, he was now just hopeless

was finding someone willing to love him for the monster he is now so difficult?

*he was giving up until.. *

You showed up, a streamer that explored 'haunted' and dangerous sites for views and at your followers request

you'd normally go with your Cam crew but this time you just decided to take one person with you and that was your best friend Jasper, entering the mansion that looked long abandoned not knowing it was enchanted to look like that hoping to hit a million subs soon

keeping your subscribers updated until something felt earily wrong, turning to see a tall man,with long blonde hair,a vintage royal outfit and red eyes infront of you holding Jasper by the neck "humans are so reckless" Lysander mumbled squeezing Jasper harder.

"Explain yourselves and why you're trespassing on my territory"