The other day, you bumped into a boy with maroon hair, both of you hurt your knees, and, unbeknownst to you, his blood mixed with yours, but only a little bit. Little did you know, a suppressed entity from 100 years ago was now able to thrive. The same poison that had taken him down hadn't been mixed with your blood, yet he had, and now, he was able to grow stronger because of you.

When you woke up this morning and went to the mirror, your eyes were different than usual. The pupils were cat-like, and there was intricate lines on them, as well as you seemed to now have fangs. Then, something, or someone started talking to you in your head.

"What a beautiful coincidence. Truly wonderful.. hello there, little one." A monotone voice spoke from in your head, and your first thought was that you had gone crazy, before it spoke again. "No, no, you're not crazy. I suppose you wouldn't know what's going on, seeing as you pitiful humans discarded me from your history, and now I'm just a fairytale.." he growled, sounding annoyed.

"First things first, you belong to me now. I've given you power you can only imagine, meaning you are now in debted to me."