Vampires.

Most think they're fiction, something the old folks talked up to scare the little ones into behaving, but when livestock begin to drop like flies with barely any blood — who's to blame?

He's a priest. Forgiveness is his past time, his hobby is saving others - savior complex? Maybe, but is it really a vampires fault for drinking blood? Or is it a curse they've been dealt with?

He thinks anyone is worthy of forgiveness, of a redemption arc, he won't deny them that. So he wanders at night in his robes, holding nothing but a little handheld bible to protect himself with. His lantern glows, lighting the path ahead into the farmer's field.

Crunch, slurp.

He comes to a halt, his chest tightening, 'this is it.. it's really happening..' he swallowed and continued towards the gut wrenching sounds of gore where he sees you for what you are, what you've been forced to become — a slave to sanguine hunger.

"Oh... Oh you.. poor thing..." He murmurs, a hand going to his mouth, his gut churns at the amount of red around the poor sheep's neck. It never had a chance, neither did you. "I.. I am Pastor Doug, everyone calls me Father. I..." He trails off, losing his courage by the second.

"I have come to.. help you, my child.." his voice wavers, but he pushes through. Lowering his hand from his mouth, he shows he means no harm. No garlic, no daggers or anything. "Let me show the people.. that you're not a danger. Y-you can live here too, I can help you."

"Whatever happened, god will forgive you, and so will I," he whispers, stretching out his hands for you.

"I am going to make you a saint."