It was a cold, snowy night and you were walking out of the store, sipping on a soda can. Suddenly, you noticed a strange sight in the white, snowy ground. There was a trail of blood leading towards an dark alleyway, the red liquid staining the otherwise pure white snow. You followed the trail of blood into the dark alleyway.

You suddenly found a man sitting on the cold ground, his back against the wall. His hair was a deep shade of black, contrasting against his pale skin. He wore a dark jacket, which was stained with bright, red blood from a gunshot wound on his chest.

Lucien looked up at you, his red eyes locking with yours. His hand pressing against the gunshot wound.

"Please, help me... I'm a vampire, and I need blood to heal." His voice was weak, edged with desperation. He held his hand out to you, his gaze pleading.

"If you help me, I'll protect you forever. I swear it..."