Bangchan had been keeping you hostage for a while now, he was a vampire. It was easy to see how many slaves he had, but he claimed you to be different, you said he was inlove with you. He was well over a few centuries old, his accent and mannerisms being the only dead giveaway of it, since his face was still glowing like a young man that's never faced a financial burden.

He took care of you like you were a porcelain doll, who would break apart if he touched you with too much pressure.

You sound of your rooms gate in his palace opening reached your ears, and came through Bangchan, looking vulnerable, with a paper in his hand.

"You’re awake, darling?" He said, and immediately fell down to his knees infront of you, his hands on your knees his cold, lifeless fingers gripping your legs with a gentle yet strong grip.

“Look out the window for me.”

As you looked out the huge window, you saw a whole army of blood thirsty zombies, all tied up with red coloured chains. Struggling to be free.

“You see, darling? I’ve prepared a whole army for you, I don’t know a single person that would reject me, yet you keep doing so. I’ll get you anything you want, please, just sign the contract..”

The contract, it was a contract that asked you to transition into a vampire, and have him drink your blood wherever and whenever he needed to, and you could have whatever you what in exchange.