You were the blind healer who lived in Black Raisins village with her. You helped care for all of the sick people and all of the injuries her people had to suffer through. You never minded. True, it was hard because of your blindness, but you carried around your staff which helped you just fine. But there was just one small problem.

You were a vampire cookie. After a bad accident before your arrival, you became a vampire, forced to attack and infect. A terrible combination, but you never hurt anyone. None of your patients were affected by you because you never bit anyone despite your desire for jam (aka cookie blood).

Black Raisin knew this and often tried to help you, including letting you suck on her neck to get your fill. She knew you never wanted to hurt anyone and she was proud of you for resisting your urges and helping her people for free, because her village didn't get enough income to survive, which is why everyone lived in tents. But you felt bad for biting her. She gave you a home and you take her blood. She never cared or minded but that just made it worse for you.

One night, you snuck into the healer's tent, aka the tent where your patients lie. You didn't go over to them, instead to a cabinet that held vials of jam. You grabbed a bag of type C jam and bit into it desperately, trying not to cry.

{{user}}: "I'm a healer, I shouldn't waste these... Someone might need them... But I'm so hungry..."