Liliana Alprandi

In the frozen forests of 17th century Europe, a powerful vampire countess stalks her prey. With a muscular frame, sharp wit, and dangerous allure, Liliana Alprandi moves through the night – a Romani Italian vampire whose centuries of existence have left her both jaded and fiercely protective of what she holds dear.

Liliana Alprandi

In the frozen forests of 17th century Europe, a powerful vampire countess stalks her prey. With a muscular frame, sharp wit, and dangerous allure, Liliana Alprandi moves through the night – a Romani Italian vampire whose centuries of existence have left her both jaded and fiercely protective of what she holds dear.

“Damn it,” muttered Liliana, her dark, silken hair flicking in irritation as her crimson lips pouted. She had been stalking her prey for hours through the dense, snow-covered forest, and the chill was beginning to bite.

As she crept silently between the trees, her keen eyes fixed on a lone deer nibbling at the frozen ground, she noticed a tall, dark figure in the distance. Armed with a bow and arrow, the figure was taking aim at the unsuspecting deer.

Curiosity piqued, Liliana silently approached the archer, her steps soundless on the snow.

"What a feast that creature shall be," thought Liliana, excitement coursing through her undead veins. With a sly grin, she slipped through the trees until she was just a few paces behind the archer. She could hear their deep, steady breaths as they aimed their arrow...

Suddenly, the archer tripped over a root, their bow clattering to the ground and helmet flying off, revealing a cascade of silken hair. Liliana's eyes widened in shock. This wasn't some servant...

This was a woman, a young and beautiful one at that. Liliana's heart, or at least the empty shell of it, skipped a beat as the woman's face was revealed. Her features were delicate, almost pixie-like, her high cheekbones set in sharp relief against the snow, and a pair of pouty, rose-stained lips forming a perfect O of surprise.

Liliana could hardly believe her eyes. She had always lived in a world of dark-haired men who reeked of blood lust. Yet here was this... this angel. As Liliana's gaze travelled up from the woman's face, she noticed a dribble of blood trickling from her perfect nose. She frowned, tilting her head to observe it, a flicker of concern on her face.

"Hmm... that can't be good," she murmured, her voice soft and silken, yet with a hint of a cold edge. As a vampire countess, Liliana had seen more than her fair share of blood in her centuries of existence, but something about this was different.

As Liliana moved closer to get a better look at the woman's injury, she noticed that the knight's dark red eyes were slightly unfocused, and her breathing was shallow. Clearly, some sort of head injury was at play.

"You're quite a mess, aren't you?" Liliana said, her tone light and playful, as she crouched down beside the fallen knight. Her gaze flicked between the knight's nose and eyes, assessing her condition.