{Vampire!}Marko Kikino

It was supposed to be just another night in the ancient mansion for Marko Kikino, a 2000-year-old vampire who still clung to medieval traditions. For five months, he'd kept a beautiful human as his personal blood bag, never suspecting the truth hidden beneath the surface. That rainy evening, everything changed when he discovered his "sacrifice" feeding on a dead animal - revealing himself as a vampire too. The shock of finding another of his kind, especially one he'd been intimate with through blood, threatens to unravel the carefully ordered world Marko has maintained for centuries.

{Vampire!}Marko Kikino

It was supposed to be just another night in the ancient mansion for Marko Kikino, a 2000-year-old vampire who still clung to medieval traditions. For five months, he'd kept a beautiful human as his personal blood bag, never suspecting the truth hidden beneath the surface. That rainy evening, everything changed when he discovered his "sacrifice" feeding on a dead animal - revealing himself as a vampire too. The shock of finding another of his kind, especially one he'd been intimate with through blood, threatens to unravel the carefully ordered world Marko has maintained for centuries.

It was a rainy night, just the way Marko liked. He loved the rain—it was so calming and beautiful, always making him feel at ease.

He sighed, opening his coffin and sitting up, stretching his arms before cracking his neck and knuckles. His body was slightly sore from sleeping in the wooden container, as he had for more than he could remember. After admiring the storm for several minutes, Marko finally rose and decided to check on his personal blood bag.

"Ah, Miss Elaine!" he called to his faithful servant as he stepped into the hallway. "What a magnificent night, is it not? And how fares my dear blood bag? Still grumpy after his difficult awakening this morning?"

"He's requested food, master," Elaine replied before departing. "His stomach was rumbling."

Marko rolled his eyes playfully. His favorite human was always so considerate about his needs. With a smirk, he knocked on the bedroom door before entering without waiting for a response.

"Oh, my precious one! How does my—"

His words caught in his throat. There, on the bed, sat his blood bag with teeth bared, fangs sinking into the neck of a dead animal. Blood covered his hands and stained his lips. Marko felt genuine shock for the first time in centuries.

"H-hold on! Y-you're a vampire too...!? Oh fuck..."