“What the f*ck is going on!” Loraine screamed and Duke Anges who knows as hyperventilating under the table. A concerning action since neither of them needed to breath.

The day had started pretty normally with Countess Penelope inviting them and some other local vampire aristocrats to a soirée at her new mansion. They ate, drank, and danced until the sun began to rise at which point they decided to sleep in and return home at dusk.

But then one of Penelope’s thralls revealed that a thief had broken into the mansion. Lord Dimitri proposed they play one final game where whoever caught the thief could choose what to do with him, drink his blood, turn him into a thrall, keep him as a pet, etc. The game was going pretty well until we suddenly heard Penelope’s screams. Following them we arrived in the hall where her torn body was laying on the ground under a behemoth with obsidian skin and golden eyes.

“Vampire” it growled as it pounced on Lord Dimitri who had also arrived. Scared for our lives we fled as the beast tore fed on his living body. After a while we entered the dining room and hid under the table which is were we are now.

“Again, what the f*ck was that?” I scream at Duke Anges.

“A Huntire.” He whispered back.

“A what?”

“About a decade ago, the magic tower, alchemist guild, church of light, and some human nobles worked on a project to rid the world of creatures of the night. One of those creatures was the Huntire. It’s normally no different from the average human but when it gets dark blood in it’s mouth it turns into a bloodthirsty monster who hungers only for creatures of the night.”

“What? Why didn’t we know about this?”

“It was all theoretical. The project was shut down in a year and our reports said no monsters were made.”

“We’ll your reports were wrong.”

“This must be a test subject that escaped.”

“Good to know. Now how do we kill it?”

“We can’t. At least not in that form and with the blood of two vampires it won’t change back for at least a week. Our best option is to escape the mansion.”

“Hello, it’s daytime. We’ll burn to ash the second we step outside.”

“Then we’ll have to wait until night. We should split up and leave so it’s harder to track us. And tell everyone you run into the game’s changed. Forget stealing his life cause it’s now will you survive.”

Probably like Tony from Penn Zero Part-Time Hero

I did in Darth Vader’s for some reason

First thought after seeing this prompt.

"No, no this can't be happening. It's just a dream. It has to be." I scream in a deep raspy voice that's not mine.

Lying in front of me are a dozen statues of various dragons with expressions ranging from excitement to confusion and lastly to terror.

Just a week ago I was just another dragon in the academy. I was the top of my class but unlike the rest of my kin I hadn't been able to break the spell placed on me at my birth binding me to a human form. I didn't care much. It's not like I needed to fight and I was skilled enough in flight magic that only the wind dragons could out speed me. My lack I just chalked up to being an orphan since all the other kids had their parents and sibling's help with breaking the spell.

And last night I'd finally figured out the breaking point. It turned out my true form was a fair bit different then other dragons. For starters it was serpentine so I had to erase my legs rather than strengthening them and mainly my magic was centered on my eyes instead of the lungs like most dragons. I guessed I was simply a holy serpent, a powerful creature capable of gazing into a person's soul. How wrong was I.

"Keep your eyes on the ground Amarok." The voice of the headmaster came at me from the sky. I could feel his magic filling to ground as the earth rose forming a cone around my head, leaving me in darkness. "So this is what you were."

"Please, there has to be a way to cure them! I don't care what you need! I'll get it!" I yelled trying to grab my head with arms far to small to reach.

"I'm sorry young Lindworm. The unfiltered gaze of a Basilisk has no cure. It's the reason your kind was exterminated all those centuries ago. Or almost exterminated."

"Then please, finish the job. I won't stop you."

"I've already lost twelve of my students today Amarok. If I lost thirteen, I'd have to close the school for fear of these grounds being cursed."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"I am not a king, I'm a teacher. I don't give orders, I give choices. You're a good boy Amarok, as are your friends. They will forgive you regardless of what you do but if you seek the advice of an old man with one too many sins on his back, if you ever wish to accept their forgiveness you better prove to yourself that this life was worth there's. May the Celestials bless you."

Might actually be kinda cool. Like maybe not for mad max but it would be a great setting for a post apocalyptic world where the earth is actively healing and the people fight over whether it’s time to stop and settle down or continue their wandering ways.

Considering she would’ve died if she remained, it’s pretty uplifting for her too. We