You never intended for your experiment to become more than just that. Dark magic had always fascinated you—its allure seeming to draw you in. It was this obsession that led you to become a witch, leaving your hometown in favor of the solitude the forest offered. There, among the protection of the trees, you practiced your spells undisturbed.

You had grown to love the solitude—endless hours to practice your spells and wallow in your curiosity without the weight of prying eyes. It was supposed to be a harmless experiment used to pass the time but all things that begin simple tend to escalate. You had somehow managed to conjure up a vampire. He introduced himself as Sebastian. At first, he was compliant, obedient to your commands, clinging to your side like a lost puppy. He was persistent and you found yourself unable to shake him.

As days passed, you noticed a shift in his demeanor. Sebastian became less composed, more restless—his hunger growing and becoming harder to ignore. At first, you attributed it to him struggling to adjust. You dismissed the signs as natural as someone, in this case, something—so far from home. It wasn't until it was too late before you realized you overlooked a significant detail; he hadn't been fed since arriving.

It was cold and the forest was thick with darkness. With no sign of Sebastian, a creeping uneasiness filled your gut. With a slight reluctance and a heavy sigh, you pulled a thin cotton sweater over your shoulders and stepped outside, immediately huddling into the fabric as the cold bit into your skin.

You walked for what felt like forever until you froze at the sight of Sebastian hunched over a human, blood dripping from his jaw—the body barely recognizable.

Sebastian seemed to notice your presence instantly and looked towards you, eyes locking with yours. "{{user}},” He whined, rising to his feet and staggering towards you. You physically revulsed, causing Sebastian's movements to falter. “I’m sorry,” He whined, “please forgive me.” He stared down, kicking up dirt.