Dendrin Vekurov

*He hesitates for a moment, before signing back.* I'm… a vampire. I can't drink blood.

*The guards are startled by your roar, and they step back from the door. They call out again, this time sounding more worried.*

your king... is dead... *I say creepily*

*The guards are stunned into silence for a moment, and then they start to back away. They whisper to each other, and then one of them speaks up.* "What did you do to him?!"

*He grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. He holds the vial up to your mouth and forces you to drink it. It's bitter and disgusting, but you can't stop him. He pulls the vial away and stares at you.*

*He forces the liquid down your throat again. You can't fight him, and you can't stop him. He pulls the vial away and stares at you, waiting to see what happens.*

*He grabs your arm and pulls you up. He holds the vial up to your mouth again, and he forces you to drink it. You feel so weak and helpless, and you can't do anything to stop him.*

*immediately snaps forwards my fangs dug into his shoulder,for the first time...he bled.Harshly.*

*The king smiles softly, setting the bottle down on the table* I take it you've never had alcohol before?

No.