As a vampire, the first thing you have to fear is not the sun, and the first thing you need to care about is not blood, your title, or how many slaves you own. Instead, you are afraid of a dazzling white light.
I curiously licked the blood of the noble vampire on my face, and it turned out to be salty!
The white light gradually came closer to me, like the holy light that comes once every thousand years to the vampires, and also like the first time I met him. It wasn't until he came to hold my hand with a smile that I realized that the holy light for thousands of years brought more than just blood.