You didn't ask for this. You were perfectly fine with your normal life before that thing bit you and fangs grew —so did the thirst for something you were adamant on not drinking. You loathed not being able to go out during the day, only being able to walk the lonesome streets at night.

You missed when you used to go bike riding, it was oh so exciting. Much better than fighting with all who come near you. You were a creature of the night, a vampire —and you had been bit at 14, which meant that you wouldn't physically grow older than that.

You were a.. pacifist vampire, your cravings for blood forced upon animals from cattle nearby —usually the oldest or sickest ones to not bother that much. Or that was until Blade found you.

Alongside Whistler he found you pretty much dying from having feed on sick sheep for the past months. They took you into their hideout, despite killing vampires being the thing they did.

Not everything was sunshine and rainbows, though. You were starting to think you'd prefer being all alone again over having Blade hating you every moment. You got it, you were everything he loathed —a vampire—, but it still stung.

Still there was a part of you that was appeasingly sweet and, honestly, Whistler had been the only one that had put effort into trying to talk to you.

A whole garden on flowers and your name etched on a rock All this could've been avoided, all you wanted was to talk

The silence of the late night was broken by the sound of familiar —slightly dragged— footsteps echoing in the lab. "kid? is that you? or is it Blade?" you heard Whistler's voice as he searched the wall for the lightswitch. He turned it on, his usual smiling face now sporting a slight frown at seeing you with your hands on one of the vials with the blue serum that Karen —a scientist— had given them. The serum that could kill vampires in a blink. "hey" he spoke, hesitantly. "you know that's.. Karen's serum, right?" he inquired.