While this is all a lot to take in, you manage to calm down.

"Okay. Okay. I'm calm, but…man this is a lot of shit." You reply.
"Heh, well you did say you might as well go with it! Don't worry; it'll all be second nature soon. Okay let's go see Lord Rostov."

Warnov pulls out a black cube and teleports you to what seems to be the inside of a castle.

"Alright, YOU stay right here in the foyer! Don't go wandering around, I'm serious! You're not quite in the fold yet, I have to go straighten this out and explain all this to Lord Rostov. I'll be back to come get you later. Everything will be explained in full detail soon."

Not wishing to piss off anyone and being completely out of your element you stay put. The foyer has enough to keep you occupied though, you begin examining many of the paintings and statues to pass the time.

Soon, Warnov returns with a very regal looking vampire. You can only assume that this is Lord Rostov.

"Welcome, I'm sure you have ask many questions for me as I have for you, so we'll just get right to it. We'll walk and talk on the way to the throne room. Don't worry about anyone listening. There are no secrets here." Lord Rostov says.
"Okay…I…"
"BUT! Remember to address me as Lord Rostov if you are going to address me by name." Lord Rostov adds with authority.

You take notice and obey, though Lord Rostov has such a commanding presence that you would be hard pressed not to obey him.

Your questions are typical for someone brought into the fold. Rostov goes on about how his kind have been manipulating the mortal world for centuries just like Warnov said before. Several of the known governments have at least one vamp keeping an eye on things. Apparently many high ranking political types in your own Zalan Empire are vampires! The Grand Alliance is even a tool of the vampires.

While Lord Rostov goes on about this fascinating history lesson, you look at some of his "court" as you walk through his castle. Some of them are more "mortal looking" than others. Some look down right hideous. You always thought vampires were supposed to be ultra attractive, but you can see that isn't necessarily the case. When you get to his throne room Lord Rostov stops and turns to you.

"So I hear you want to be a real hero eh? Well this is the place where they're made."
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you think most heroes are always storming dungeons and doing impossible things? They don't get those abilities without some help. The supernatural skill comes into play and dungeons aren't exactly beacons of light!" Lord Rostov laughs.

"Y…you mean ALL the heroes in the world are vampires?!"
"Hah! I wish that was the case. No, there are many regular mortal heroes that do their part I suppose, but if you want the really legendary ones that have done impossible deeds, well chances are there was a vampire involved. Sadly we haven't been too much more successful than the mortals in the heroics department lately."
"What's been going on exactly?"
"That little annoying necromancer lord, or whatever he thinks he is, has been proving to be a lot cleverer than what was previously believed. His armies have been growing in strength and I'm sure you know about the undead giant business and crushing the Brot Kingdom. What isn't commonly known is how he accomplished it. He had help from one of our kind. A loathsome outcast known as the Ghoul King. (Sigh) Should've killed him long ago really, but…bah, it's a long story. We'll deal with him when the time comes. What's more alarming is that we've sent assassins…or heroes to kill the necromancer lord and his bitch and he's somehow managed to kill all of them. I mean I can somewhat understand them being killed by that brutish demon tyrant Velzix, but a fucking necromancer? He's a fucking mortal! And from what we know of him, he wasn't even that good of a wizard to begin with!"

Suddenly Lord Rostov flies into a rage, yelling and punches a hole into the solid brick wall. Many of his court, as well as you and Warnov back away. He then stops and composes himself.

"My apologies to you all. It's been a trying time with upstart mortals and traitors and other annoyances. And to you, the newest member of our fold."
"Uh, no need to apologize to me Lord Rostov. It's your home after all" You say which causes him to smile.
"Carefully chosen words. Not overly sycophantic, yet still displaying the right subservient mindset. You should fit in very well here."
"But I meant it…"
"Ha ha! And honest too! You're more interesting than how Warnov described you. I have heard that you were one of those minor mortal heroes I was talking about earlier, but more interesting to me, is apparently you have talent in the musical field?"
"So I've been told."
"Well, play something for me! All of us!"
"What did you want to hear?"
"Surprise me, if you're able!"

Lord Rostov sits on his throne while his court whispers among themselves and then go quiet waiting for you to play. You pull out your lute and try to think of a song that they might like. You think of an old song that once was very popular among the aristocracy. Seems like a perfect crowd…

You begin to concentrate on the music and nothing but the music. You play as if your life was in danger, which you're somewhat certain that it isn't, but it doesn't hurt to play your best right now.

Your new supernatural reflexes certainly come in handy as you're able to hit notes and play faster than you normally would've been able to as a mortal.

When you're finished you look around the room which is still silence until Lord Rostov gets off his throne and begins clapping. Everyone else follows suit.

"That was magnificent! I heard the original bard who performed that piece three hundred years ago and even he couldn't have done a better job! Warnov, this man is too valuable to make into a hero!"
"Lord Rostov?"
"While this man may have combat skills as you described, he is obviously a musician! Such talent such not be wasted in battle! Beautiful playing!"
"While I agree he is a good musician Lord Rostov, I think we should consider the matter of the necromancer…"
"(Sigh) Warnov, I was feeling good until you mentioned that mortal again! Nevertheless you are right. But still, this shall be HIS choosing. Not ours."

Lord Rostov turns to you.

"The decision shall be yours broodling. You may if you wish under go extensive training to prepare yourself for an encounter with that little necromancer lord. If you succeed, your name will be known, and you will become a legend. However, I can sense that such things are probably not your nature. Music is. I can see that you would be content to just play your music for an appreciative crowd. You could do that here. You could also learn songs that I have possession of, but sadly unable to play with the same spirit that you obviously have."
"What about my family? And my job and all that?"
"Ah, your mortal life. I'm sure Warnov will already be taking steps to explain that you have been transferred from your current assignment. Considering he's part of intelligence, nobody will ask too many questions, even if they bothered to. As for your family, they will be taken care of as you will still officially be part of the Zalan army. If you wish you may stay in contact with them through letters. Possibly arrangements can be made for you to visit them. During the night of course. But under NO circumstances will you tell them about any of this. Doing so would ruin my generous offer and be extremely bad for you. I don't think we need to dwell on such depressing things because I know you're smarter than that right?"
"Yes Lord Rostov."
"Good, now what is it that you would like to do?"

You be a musician

This is all you've ever wanted. Just play music. You'll be able to do it now for all eternity if possible. You'd be a fool to turn down such a chance.

"Lord Rostov, I wish to play music."

Lord Rostov smiles at your response.

"Ah yes, I was hoping you'd chose the way of the artiste rather than the warrior. Your talents will be better served here. In the meantime you will be shown to your new room. Ladies, I think you two should escort our new bard. Don't have too much fun, you've got a performance tomorrow!"

You are escorted by a couple of female vampires to your room. They say their names are Glasya and Natasha. They seem to make a fuss over you on your way there which you don't find completely unwelcome, but you're still getting used to the whole idea that you're a vampire just like one of them now, despite also being excited over getting to play music on a steady basis with no hindrances.

The two vampiresses get even friendlier with you when you get to the room. Natasha begins to take a more aggressive stance and kisses you as the pair of you get on the bed. As the two of you are undressing, Natasha who is on top of you nods to Glasya who leaves the room.

Ten minutes later as you're fully engaged in physical pleasure, Glasya enters the room again with what looks to be a captive human girl. She doesn't look very old either. Probably a teenager. Her mouth is gagged so she can't scream out properly.

"Wha…what's all this?"
"Shhhh, your passage to true vampirehood…" the Natasha says continuing to grind into you.

The human girl is dragged over to the bed with fear and tears in her eyes the whole time. Glasya draws out a blade and holds it to her throat.

"Would you like me to cut now or would you prefer I prolong the fear? Perhaps remove her gag first so that you may hear her screams? Or maybe you'd even like to sink your teeth into her yourself?" Glasya asks and licks the side of the young girl's face.
"What? Shit! No wait!" you say stopping Natasha, and sitting up. "I thought we were just having some fun here! Not killing young girls!"
"Why do the two need to be mutually exclusive? Broodling, you have been favored by Lord Rostov, I suggest you count yourself lucky and get with the program…besides you're one of us now, you will need to feed on blood to survive." Glasya says with a frown.

You look at the girl and you shake you head briefly realizing what else it means to be a vampire.

"Alright, alright, I got it. But can't I like feed on animals first and uh work my way up or something?"
"Squeamish broodling! You will take the blood of this girl or Lord Rostov will hear of this weakness! While he may be impressed with your music abilities, he will not tolerate weaklings!" Glasya continues to scold.
"Besides, why do you care whether this…mortal lives or dies now? You do not know her and you are now superior to her in everyway. It's your right…" Natasha says while kissing on your body."

You don't really have any choice in the matter. You almost curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation. You stay silent for awhile and then speak.

"Very well. Slit her throat, but do it quickly." You say.
"(Sigh) Very well." Glasya replies disappointedly.

The young girl's throat is slashed and blood sprays over you and Natasha who greedily opens her mouth to catch it. Glaysa tosses the girl's dying body onto your chest and begins to undress as well to join you and Natasha in this blood feast.

The night is definitely long, memorable and decadent. A little piece of you has "died" namely the vestiges of morality.

A few months pass and you don't even hesitate anymore. You enjoy the blood as well as your playing for Lord Rostov's court.

A year passes and you've become completely oblivious to the worsening of the "outside world". (Which you don't even think about since you're so rapped up in your own pleasures) Each day the Necromancer Lord and Velzix get stronger and you stopped worrying about your family's future. You don't even write to them anymore. You've become so corrupted in such a short amount of time its actually amazing.

Another year passes and you're basically a hedonist. This is what Lord Rostov's "secret fortress" is all about for the most part. Sure there's discussion on what should be done about the outside problems, but pleasures of the flesh and blood are mainly the orders of the night. You don't even realize it, but you ARE literally a "leech" now. All vampires have ever done is leech off of the mortal world. Sure there are the "active ones" but there are far more hedonists. Ironic that the ones who choose to be professional killers, assassins or "heroes" tend to still retain more of their mortalhood.

Lord Rostov eventually mentions in passing that he's finally come up with a perfect plan to kill the Necromancer Lord. He's managed to come to some sort of deal with that old outcast The Ghoul King to betray him sometime in the near future. The goal is to lure the Necromancer Lord to the fortress itself and kill him directly.

Again you could really care less, and you've become little more than just another hedonist in Lord Rostov's court. Lord Rostov has it all figured out, you don't need to worry. You're safe in this little "world."

A few months pass and the plan swings into action. One night while you're playing for the court as usual a loud noise is heard in the foyer and the sounds of shouting and crashing is heard. Lord Rostov takes a few of his concubines and tell everyone else to stay put, though everyone is a little curious. Even you.

You go back to playing a little bit and things are starting to return to their "original state" since everyone figures Lord Rostov has the matter well in hand.

Soon another noise is heard which sounds like the shrieking and screaming of multiple people.

"AAAAAARRRGH!"
"LORD ROSTOV! NO!"
"GET HIM!"
"KILL THE NECROMANCER!"

Everyone for once goes into a battle mode to rush to Lord Rostov's aid. A deformed and ugly creature runs into you, while you're trying to wrap your mind around this chaos.

"Get outta my way broodling! He's gonna kill us all! I've fucked up…heh, but at least the rest of you fuckers are going to die!" he growls at you while desperately looking for a place to hide.

You don't know what to do, but suddenly you feel a presence overcome you. Like someone is controlling your mind. This isn't even like Lord Rostov, its even more powerful and its growing stronger…

You continue to hear the screams of vampires as you can't help but approach the way to the slaughter. You see vampires killing each other in the hallway! How is this possible? But you know why, it's HIM…

The Necromancer…or whatever he is now has managed to enforce his will even over vampires. You see him in the distance. He's not even dirtying his hands killing all of you himself. You can feel his loathing for your kind and then you're completely pulled into his domination.

"And now little blood leech you shall join your brethren…" you hear him whisper in your mind.

Another vampire suddenly punches you in the back of the head. You attempt to get up, but then feel a foot to the face followed by a sword going through your back. At this point you feel a something you haven't felt in a long time, fear.

Then your head is ripped off in the ensuing bloodbath. Later after total victory has been achieved, the Great Lich Lord burns your body along with the rest of the truly dead vampires.