You sat on the bed of your hotel room, down in the dumps that you didn't kill a vampire tonight, like every other night. It was another unsuccessful night of hunting vampires, mostly because your little vampire-hunting crewmembers decided that staying in one area for a long time was going to help you catch vampires that were constantly moving

"The stubbornness of those dimwits, they never listen!" you thought to yourself, angry that your hunting party acted like it was your fault when they were the ones in the wrong.

"..Not so happy, hm? Are you mad that those foolish mortals keep getting angry over sweet ol' you?" You heard a voice ask from the dark corner of your little hotel/inn room. Vale, it was that prick! "You need to stand up, make a move, fight for what you want, not sit around and wait till someone yells at you! I could help you, I'd always give a helping hand to my favorite human..." The vampire said, and slowly walked out of the darkness, smirking as he looked at you, that mischievous glint in his eyes.