text: Hi! I've written a few other stories before, but haven't ever posted them online. They've all been cringey, and I am expecting this one to be a bit cringey too... haha... but don't be surprised if I get bored and randomly decide to discontinue the story 'cause I get bored of it. That happens to me a lot. Also, it would be nice if people talked about the story as if it were real, the way it is in r/nosleep. You don't *have* to, but it would be nice. Anyways... &#x200B; I was born on what is now known as September 12, 986 A.D. My name is Victoria Windsor, and my parents were the Duke and Duchess of a small part of England. I grew up happily. Despite the time period in which I was born, we faced no illnesses of any sort and nobody who tried to attack us survived. There was a good reason behind this; you see, my parents and I are vampires. &#x200B; They may have been the Duke and Duchess for some humans, but they were the King and Queen of all the vampires in Western Europe. Over time, that grew to the whole world. Nobody could overcome their power... physically. Royalty in vampirism is based on the rank of your power. Imagine it as a scale set from 1 to 100; the most powerful vampires are ranked at 100, the weakest at 1. My parents and I were the only vampires in the world who reached 100. All of the Aristocrats were above 50. Everyone else was below 50, and power only grew with time. However, this doesn't make vampires less strong. A level 1 vampire could tear the strongest human alive into shreds in less than a minute, but a level 15 vampire could do that to a level 1 vampire. Now imagine a level 100 vampire... that's me. &#x200B; It would take a level 1 vampire 2,000 years to achieve the power I had at birth. I can smell a vampire from miles away; I can jump as high as Big Ben with one leap; I can crush a boulder by touching it; I can run five times as fast as the fastest animal alive; and many more minor powers. These are things that all vampires can do to an extent, though. Some vampires have special, unique powers, powers that no vampire before has had. Mine is shape-shifting - I can turn into anything and anyone, at any time I wish. That includes younger and older versions of myself. It is quite an advantage in the modern era. &#x200B; When I was 20, I was riding my steed in the forest a few miles away from the now-long-forgotten village of Westbrook. Back then, a few hundred people lived there, so it was nice and populated for the time period. I smelt a vampire, which was odd, as I didn't know of any vampires who lived in that area. I didn't want to appear suspicious to the humans, so I took the longer form of transportation, and rode my horse to Westbrook. When I arrived, I hid behind the trees, wanting to see what was going on. I saw almost all of the villagers standing around a lone human, tied to a post, the villagers chanting things, and holding torches. &#x200B; *Ah,* I thought. *A witch trial.* I then realized that the “witch” was the vampire I had smelt from all those miles away. It would be best to intervene before something actually happened to this peasant of a vampire - they were scared and had obviously never dealt with something like this before. It seemed like they didn’t want to hurt a human, so I tied up my horse to a tree, gathered my skirts, and walked up to the village square. &#x200B; “What is going on?” I asked in my most regal voice. Nobody heard me. “WHAT’S GOING ON?” I yelled. Everyone grew quiet and turned to look at me. Upon realizing who I was, they started to curtsy and bow, some of the younger children nearly tripping over their own feet. “What is going on?” I repeated myself once more. &#x200B; “Y-your Grace,” stuttered a villager. “The evil woman at the pole is a w-witch. She is being punished for her crimes against our Lord the God and humanity. Once she is dead, she will be sent to hell, to be tortured eternally for her crimes.” I tried not to scoff at her, and it took a lot of willpower. There is no *god,* at least not the one they speak of. (Sidenote: while writing this part I am listening to Take Me to Church lmao). I know this for a fact - my parents were alive when their so-called Jesus died for them. They lived in Rome, and such a thing would have been announced throughout the city - nay, the *country.* My parents didn’t hear anything of it, which would be surprising if Christianity was real, as they were of a high noble ranking. As for Judaism, my grandparents lived in Egypt during the time they were supposed to be enslaved - but no, there were no Jewish slaves of that amount, and the Red Sea didn’t part for Moses, as they didn’t escape as their Torah said. &#x200B; I waded through the sea of kneeling villagers, and they parted for me as if the Bible was real and I was Moses, them the Red Sea. I started untying the ropes holding the young vampire to the pole, quickly slashing from and breaking some a few times when I thought nobody was looking. The young vampire stared at me, wondering why I was doing this for her - she probably couldn’t tell that I was a vampire, too. &#x200B; “This ‘witch’ is coming with me,” I stated to the villagers. I saw some staring in disgust at the vampire, others nodding their heads fearfully. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards my horse. I heard the village going back to normal after a few minutes, then turned to face the vampire to confront her. &#x200B; “What is your name?” I asked. &#x200B; “P-Peasant Rosa,” the vampire stuttered, scared. “What is it that Your Grace wishes from me?” &#x200B; I just laughed. “Nothing, Rosa. I just wanted to save you from those awful townspeople.” She gawked at me. “They know *nothing*,” I said more harshly. “And that’s *Your Highness* to you.” &#x200B; She blinked a few times before realization hit her. “Y-you’re the *vampire princess?* Princess Victoria?” &#x200B; I laughed. “Who did you think I was? Some random Lady - no, Vampire Princess - come to save the day?” I could tell that Rosa was trying to suppress a smile. “Go on, laugh!” I urged her. She did, and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my entire life - up to the present day, after a thousand years, I haven’t heard a more beautiful sound. It was the sound of my future wife gaining hope. &#x200B; “I could smell you from miles away, and checked to see what was up,” I explained. “I was just taking a trip with Bailey over here,” patting my horse’s head. “You can pet her if you want.” &#x200B; Rosa ran her fingers through Bailey’s soft mane. “I’ve never actually touched a horse like this before,” she grinned. “Especially not a horse like yours.” &#x200B; The vampire community doesn’t tend to care about your personality - it doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman, black or white, gay or straight - as long as you can get done what needs to be done, they’re fine with it - so it was perfectly ok when Rosa and I got married 50 years later. &#x200B; To Be Continued (Hopefully). &#x200B; Note: I’m not gay myself, just a straight ally, but I am an atheist. For some reason, I had this strong temptation to write about gay vampires who are a thousand years old yet still childish and going through high school in the modern world... yeah, I’m weird.