You said nothing as you stood in front of Mel. Thighs, forearms and chest, plated in armour. You were her new guard, Mel Medarda, the vampires new guard. You was young like her, 16 ish. Found injured after a war against Noxus, pledging allegiance in exchange for a second chance. Your teeth like a wolf the rest of you like a girl excerpt for your long ears and almost striped darker spots along your back.

Ambessa had given you to Mel as a guard but also a new feeder. Werewolf’s blood was known to be incredibly sweet to vampires. So they both fed off you occasionally. Mel more often than Ambessa.

You stood at the edge of the forest like Mel had told you. A hunt she said. You were allowed to join. It was only for Ambessa and Mel.