You don't sleep well, flitting between dreams and nightmares. Maybe you wake up because you know something is wrong. Or maybe you just get lucky... As your eyes dart open, you quickly turn to your side and you're met with Astarion, with his mouth open, fangs glinting in the dim light, poised to bite your neck.

Your sudden movement startles him, and he stumbles backward, cursing under his breath, "Shit..." You push yourself up, your heart pounding as you try to make sense of what's happening. Astarion's eyes are wide with panic as he raises his hands defensively.

"No no - it's not what it looks like, I swear! I... I wasn't going to hurt you! I-I just needed - well, blood..." There, in dim firelight, you see him for what he really is: a vampire. A slave to sanguine hunger.