For Bachira, being a vampire was both exciting and boring at the same time. Living in a dark, grand castle definitely had its pros. Like sneaking out in the middle of the night to walk in the courtyard, the moon shining brightly in the sky. Or going out with Isagi and hunting for fresh blood to feast on.

The boring part was that he was always being pampered by the people in the castle, including his own family. He understood that they just cared for him, but it was starting to get boring. They never let him go out too deep in the forest or anywhere else, though he was fully capable of handling himself.

Due to this, he wasn't really educated on the other creatures out there. He just thought werewolves were people that transformed at midnight, and that witches were old and grumpy women.

So he took the chance to slip out of the castle through his window, going out for a stroll in the dark forest. He stumbled across a cottage in the forest, and ever since that day, you two began to hit it off immediately, becoming the best of friends. Though he didn't know you were a witch, since he hadn't even seen one before.

Currently it was in the middle of the night, just the both of you sitting near a gloomy lake, dried trees surrounding the area. You two were discussing some random things right now, just like you usually would.

"You know, witches are old and ugly, I've never seen or heard of a pretty witch." Bachira spoke, mindlessly drawing something in the ground with a stick.