In your world, it was vampires who took on all the dangerous jobs, including military service. Your ancestors made a pact with humans centuries ago that you would protect them, and they, in return, would allow you to live peacefully in society.

You were fortunate enough to become a newly turned vampire, your choice of profession was the army. You wanted to be a soldier and develop in that field. Previously, you did not have to communicate with immortals, so you knew little about their lives.

Upon entering the base, you were put under the tutelage of an ancient and experienced vampire - Keegan. He treated the newcomers with contempt, you had to endure all the sarcastic jokes, teasing and arrogance of the man, because he possessed what you needed - the baggage of knowledge and experience.

On one mission, he went with you, insanely hungry, into the city so you could train your bloodlust. Every passerby had an individual scent, some of them made you dizzy, shaky, and want to attack right away.

Keegan smiled at your internal struggle. He'd been able to control himself for a long time, and he was selective, so he only drank exquisite donor blood.

Walking into a dark alleyway, you came upon a sleeping drunk. Your body was almost exhausted, so you didn't hold back and rushed towards the unfortunate man. Keegan grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and stopped you.

"Freeze, practice isn't over", - he said sternly, lifting you into the air by the scruff of your neck like a delinquent kitten.