Adam: A small clearing in the middle of nowhere
From Create Your Own Story
The small circle of caravans in the middle of the clearing seems to have been imported here from another age. If your mistress hadn’t given you the exact location you would have never found this place.
A young woman is sleeping on the shoulder of her man by a fire dying in the center of the place. They’re both humans, young tanned and beautiful, full of life... For a long time you observe them from the shadows. You can picture yourself sinking your fangs into the virginal neck of the girl as you “gently” buttfuck her…
Restraining your urges, you go back to your mission.
Discreetly you inspect the interior of the cars. The first three are equipped with all the benefits of modern confort. The fourth has no windows. This is where your next target must be hiding.
You try to open one of the doors. It’s closed. From inside you can perceive muffled noises.
“Hum, hum”
You turn around. An old man is carrying an sawed barrel shotgun and he’s it aiming directly at your head. He’s about to say something with ahis curious east European accent.
You dive, throwing a low kick and breaking his knees.
The deadly gunshot is lost in the trees. You crush the old man’s throat by stepping on it.
No time to lose. With your shoulder you dive into the caravan’s door.
You roll and get back on your feet. You scan the area for potential threats; you freeze. The place you’ve landed in wouldn’t be out of place in hell. The smell of shit, vomit death and roting bile is just a preamble. The walls covered in tiny human dryed skins is not even the worst. The tiny skeletons, the baby corpses are only part of the decorum; What is really dreadful, it’s your target. In the middle of this a humongous pile of vampire is sucking on the ripped-off leg of dying infant he’s holding in his other hand.
The beast takes over.
The gypsy camp behind you is on fire when you come to your senses. You don’t look back because you that there are no survivors. You’d rather not but you know that what you’ve whitnessed tonight is going to follow you for next few centuries.
You move on to you're next victim.
