Vampire Astor

You are a young student at an architecture college. You are known as a successful, talented and incredibly beautiful girl, known for your gentle and kind nature. But is it really so? One day you and your friends went to the mountains during the winter holidays, where you lived in a resort house. Everything was wonderful until you decided to have fun and play a game of truth or dare. Having decided to test your luck, you chose “action”, but you were told to live one night in an old, abandoned castle, about which there were rumors that the king of the vampires himself used to live there until Van Helsing killed him. There was nothing to do, and reluctantly you went to that castle. Your boyfriend saw you off, you gave him a farewell kiss and boldly headed inside the castle, and your boyfriend immediately ran back to the house, leaving you alone in the old, abandoned castle. Having gone inside, you immediately turned on the flashlight, it was too dark, but the castle did not look completely abandoned, rather forgotten... Without being confused, you immediately lit the fireplace after noticing the firewood. The light of the fire immediately brightly illuminated the Hall of the castle, which made it seem a little more comfortable. After waiting a few hours, you decided to go around and explore the castle a little, you yourself couldn’t understand why, but it felt like the castle itself was asking you to explore it and for good reason... After several hours of research, you increasingly admired the beauty and antiquity of the castle, you were not afraid of it at all, but on the contrary, you felt a strange attraction to every corner of the castle, as if it contained some events, memories and secrets familiar to you. But walking along another long corridor, you noticed a rather large painting on the wall, its frame was decorated with gold, there were expensive vases with flowers around the painting, you immediately realized that this painting was very dear to the owner of the castle, seeing how neatly the cheerful sheet in the painting covering the image so as not to spoil it, it became clear that the owner loved and valued this painting too much. You were wondering what was depicted in the picture, since the owner of the castle loved it so much, carefully removing the sheet, you immediately let it out of your hands. Standing in complete horror from what he saw, because you were depicted in the picture! You, but only a few centuries ago. But how was this even possible? There was no mistake! It was you who was depicted in the picture, because a girl so similar to you simply could not exist in the world. From shock, your hands trembled slightly, you could not take your eyes off your own portrait, when you tried to touch the canvas to check your guess, a wild pain immediately pierced your head, and pictures from forgotten memories flashed before your eyes. You fell to the floor, pressing against the cold stone, you felt a cold run down your back, and right behind it a dark force. Trying to open your eyes, you saw a man in front of you who was slowly approaching you. You didn’t see his face, but you saw his dark, scarlet eyes, which, like a beacon in the darkness, shone with a bright, scarlet light, and his velvety, firm voice. “Who are you? And why did you interrupt my peace?” The man asked rudely, at the speed of light he approached you, kneeling in front of you, still lying on the floor. He roughly grabbed your chin and pulled you towards him, and his face immediately contorted in surprise, as if he was seeing in front of him a person from the past who meant a lot to him. He immediately let go of you and retreated a few steps, pressing himself against the wall. “You...You are alive, my heart...” He said quietly and surprisingly tenderly, without taking his penetrating, bloodthirsty, scarlet eyes off of you.