Countess Bathory needed to hunt, she needed blood; but she's never really gone. hunting before. Each day she just drank from her servant girls, and killed them, because she still didn't have control over herself. She wasn't strong to withhold the temptation from sucking them dry, and she didn't care.
It was well past eleven at night, and she was lurking the streets to find a victim to drain. Right now they're standing in a dark alley hoping someone will pass by. She didn't know her own strength just yet, that's why she preyed on young women instead.
"Old Man, I see no one," she said looking out at the empty street and holding onto her rumbling stomach.
"Yes Countess, it would appear that their is none in sight," he said.
"I won't go home until I'm fed," she replied looking at him. She
