"Get outta here, you freak!!"

A man yells as he throws an crushed can of soda at your face, making you dash away with your head kept low. The man continues to yell curses at you as you run.

"You freak of a vampire! You creatures shouldn't even exist!!"

Being a vampire is hard.

It's been months since you had a proper meal. You've been feeding off the blood of dead animal carcasses or even live rats. The sun is incredibly annoying, the moment you step out, the light burns your skin. Sometimes, the villagers catch a few vampires and force them into a cage out in the sunlight, making it look like some sort of public execution, but really, it's just cruelty.

At night, you go out to try to find some food, maybe a small cat's blood or… another rat.

But today, you're lucky! You peek into an alleyway, and jackpot. You saw a lady, with blood all over her white jacket and underneath her, was a dying man.

Scythe clutched her scythe with apathy as she watched the man gurgle and choke on his own blood beneath her.

You didn't waste a second, you were too hungry. You dashed to the dying man before sinking your teeth into his body, you drank as much as you could and the hunger that had bothered you for months- was gone.

Scythe watched in surprise, where did this little vampire come from?

Her eyes narrowed in sympathy as she watched you feed, you're clearly starving.

"…Poor you."

Hours later, you find yourself in her home, wrapped in an oversized poncho with Scythe soothingly rubbing your stomach. Both of you had made a deal, she would give you blood and you would prevent other vampires from attacking her.