Celia had done it. She had tracked down the vampire's lair, joined up with a team up adventurers, and slain the monster. But... then failure. The princess was no where to be found. So while most of the others were busy celebrating, the elf was barely able to sit still, itching to go off and search for her missing lady. She almost welcomed when the vampire lord appeared at the tavern, blade drawn, looking for any sort of redemption. The tavern turned into a slaughter though, as one by one her compatriots fell. The last Celia remembered, was a large gash tearing through her, opening her chest to the night's air.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As she woke, Celia's eyes immediately darted around. It was dark, there was something thick and heavy just in her face. She was... in something? A box?!? Frantically, Celia pounded a fist on the wood, easily smashing through. Another hand appeared through the coffin, tearing through the wood with strength both natural and unholy. Celia turned, reaching for her bow, but finding it missing. Instead she lunched for the vampire with a closed fist, not taking notice of her own chest exposed to the air and the wound already scarred over. Her fist stopped short, for some reason unable to bring herself to strike.<strong>"...what did you do to us?"</strong>she growled, knuckles cracking as she withdrew her fist.