"Lest, I need you to make some offspring."
Lest was kneeling, looking down at the second progenitor's feet.
"Your wish is my command."
"Good, this is what I like about you."
Listening to the second progenitor's order, Lest began making his way into the forest.
It was only the second day since all of the vampires were transported to this unknown apocalyptic world. Just like all the other races, they too were pulled out of their homes and thrown into this mysterious place.
Lest was a relatively young vampire, well, at 300 years old, he was only at the beginning of his life. He had a full head of pure white hair, gently flowing as he walked through the rough terrain.
He searched the area, looking for a settlement of humans. After having no luck for a little while, Lest quickened his pace, running through the forest like a lightning bolt. To any passers-by, all one would be able to see was a white blur.