So this was a random idea that popped into my head. Now, should I be focusing on my Korrasami story instead of starting a new one? Probably. Am I going to? Obviously not. Enjoy. Reviews feed my soul.

I'm known for taking risks. I'm also known for giving my sister Cake panic attacks and constantly getting hurt. I doubt that's a coincidence. Either way, I knew I should've gone home, even if I only had one more snare to check. It was getting dark. And it's not smart to be out in the woods alone at night (so says the superstition village elders). But all the other snares were empty, and we needed to eat.

I'll be fine, I reassured myself. What's going to hurt me? Trees? Deer? I have a sword. I'll be okay.

I came upon the last snare. Empty, curse it. I started to hurry home so I could see if I could make a deal with the traders. But the bushes rustled, and I felt a crushing smack on the back of my head. I fell hard. Spots danced in my vision. Two sets of leather boots stepped in front of me. I started to sit up, but the dizziness was overwhelming. Before I completely fell unconscious, I could've sworn I heard a gruff voice say, "We got a hunter. Bet the King will have fun with 'er."

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When I came to, I could see nothing. I was surrounded by pitch blackness. Am I dead? I wondered. A throbbing began in the back of my head. I groaned a little. It was very, very cold.

Nope. Still alive.

The same gruff voice that had attacked me said, "She's awake. Take her to the King."

I heard the clanging of metal and the shuffling of feet. Both of my arms were seized, and I was dragged forward.

"Hey!" I protested. "Let me go!"

The only reply I received was a sharp jab to the gut. I would've doubled over, but I was forced to continue on. Every so often, I would hear an odd hissing sound coming from all around me.

Gradually, my surroundings grew lighter, until I could clearly see with the aid of torchlight. I was completely naked. My *ahem* escorts were decked in leather armor. One was armed with a sword, the other with a dagger. Both made from pitch black metal. Their skin was gray, and they didn't seem human. One looked at me, and a forked tongue pushed past his lips.

So that's where the hissing was coming from.

We were walking down stone corridors with no windows and rich, blood red draperies. We finally came to an expansive throne room, where a teenage boy was sitting on a throne of spikes, swinging a red, double edged ax.

His gaze fell on me, and I stopped in his tracks. His eyes were red, and they bore deep within my skin, making me go rigid and oddly wish to do his bidding.

He was handsome, despite the gray skin. His messy jet black hair fell into his face. He was tall and lean. He grinned crookedly at me, and I caught glimpse of two fangs.

Vampire.

All of them, vampires.

I started to panic, but the guards already holding me restrained me, and forced me down.

"Kneel in the presence of the Vampire King," one said.

I continued to struggle, and one punched my back until I fell.

"That's enough," a smooth voice said. It took me a moment to realize it was him, the Vampire King. "Guards, leave us."

The guards scurried away, leaving me alone with the boy.

"Look at me," he said. I obeyed, and honestly, I couldn't believe he was the vampire king. He didn't seem much older than me. He certainly didn't look dangerous, as long as he didn't look me in the eye.

Which of course, he did.

Shudders ran down my spine. He noticed my discomfort and smirked.

"Do you know why you're here?"

I shook my head, unable to not comply.

"You're here," he said, " To make sure I'm satisfied."

My eyes widened. "You're going to drink my blood?!"

He chuckled, "Not yet. But all in due time. No, my dear, you're here to satisfy a different, more primal urge. There is a reason you have been stripped of your furs. It saves time. Something I have too much of, something you have too little."

Oh. Oh.

"I won't let you!" I yelled.

I blinked, and he disappeared from the throne.

"What makes you think you have a choice?" He said from behind me.

My shoulders slumped, I felt completely helpless.

"I'll take special care of you," he said. "You are quite beautiful... What is your name, mortal?"

"Fionna," I spat at him.

"Well, Fionna the Human, allow me to formally introduce myself." He reappeared in front of me, knelt, and took my hand and kissed it lightly.

"I am Marshall Lee the Vampire King. I also happen to be the heir to demon realm. Pleased to make your acquaintance."