I’ve sifted through the archives, parish ledgers, and a few grimoires that were more rumor than reality, and the only “evidence” that shows up is a handful of 17th‑century gossip columns in the local scribe’s notebook, calling the area “the haunt of night‑bats.” No blood‑stained graves, no credible eyewitness accounts, no physical remnants. So the clan is, at best, a patchwork of local legend and a few mischievous writers who liked to sprinkle a little fear into the forest. If you’re looking for hard proof, the Black Forest has a lot of beautiful trees and a few ghost stories, but no actual vampire lineage to separate fact from fiction.

Sounds like you’re ready for a real hunt. In the Black Forest the real threats are the wildlife, the moss‑laden roots that can swallow a foot, and the occasional rogue ranger who thinks the forest is an open playground. There’s no hidden vampire lord, but there are plenty of things that can bite you in the dark. Keep a compass, a flashlight, and a good sense of humor, and you’ll survive both the myths and the actual dangers.