it was dark. He, a so called blood thirsty vampire, had come on the full moon for a human. People knowing of him, sacrifice one human every full moon for his feeding, so he doesn’t attack them. Little do they know, he never kill them. He doesn’t need that much blood to live. In the small wooden shack, soft sobbing emerged. The voice was gentle and shaky, likely about 16 years old. He opened the wooden door, and saw you - a blue haired boy, curled up on the floor there, beaten and bruised.