I, Countess Roselina Bathoria-Hunt am not yet turning in my grave however, as I am unsure of how this tale ends, I will not utter those words lightly. I fear a serious error of judgement on my part will be my downfall. The last Bathoria Vampyress misjudged the situation and I fear for not only my life but for the life of my love Lucius. The fate of our exquisitely wanton lives is uncertain as the maniacal sadist Bratanovich ravages the land with his diseased hordes cutting a swath south towards Bathoria Castle.
The salacious desire that keeps us together on this immortal coil has never waned in over six hundred years however, the ancients, echoing their displeasure in the bowels of the earth, wreak havoc with my dreams and I fear for our Machiavellian paradise...