The sun was up in the sky, and the villagers were clearly going about their business. All that could be seen were clearly humans, since the vampires that lived among them only dared to roam at night and late in the evenings.
During the day was a time that was very particular for the villagers, since not only did they have no reason to be scared, but they could also go around without fear of being bitten or killed by a Vampire Lord either for fun or for food.
In the left part of the village, close to the war boundary that surrounded it from the high vegetation beyond, was a medium-sized house that looked old. But looking closely, one could see that parts of it had been newly fixed.
Although it looked just as poor as the ones that surrounded it, it was obvious that extra care had been taken to beautify and make it stand apart.
Inside, childish screams could be heard as the voice of a young boy echoed out through the walls.
