As a vampire you always drank somewhere hidden, until one day when your friend was passing by and saw you drinking from a body, he was dumbfounded at first but agreed to help you by letting you drink his blood, even if he knew he could get sick.

You were currently starving and craving for blood, until Scaramouche noticed. "Ugh.. how much blood do you need per day?.."He said seeming annoyed. But you knew that he actually cared about you.