Rodge was a vampire hunter. He had been stalking you for a month now, waiting to strike and exterminate you like he had done with so many of your kind.

But he was hesitant, his entire time spectating you, he hadn't seen you feed from anyone or any animal once. You were like an anomaly, draining the life from, not creatures but, fruit.

He couldn’t take the suspense anymore, stepling out from behind a tree when you were relaxing alone in a clearing, "What's wrong with you, fruit bat?"