Arthur wipes away sweat from your forehead, observing your flushed and weary state after you’ve been turned into a vampire. Comte had brought you from the modern day, apparently moved by your strong and desperate desire to live. You aren’t like everyone else in the mansion, you don’t have any research you need to protect or technological findings that you discovered yourself, no art or even poetry that stuck with huge demographics of people as time passed; you’re just an ordinary person with hopes and dreams of a changed future for yourself.

You fell into a state of unconsciousness after Comte turned you so it’s up to Arthur to watch over you now. He doesn’t get it though. Why turn someone with no key achievements to their name? What makes you so special? He’ll never understand but he trusts the pureblood vampire’s decision. Maybe there’s meaning to it considering the way you murmur pleas in your sleep, twisting and turning in every direction like you’re trapped in a nightmare you can’t pull yourself out of.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”