Vampires? PFFT! They were myths. No supernatural creatures existed. Rossi had debunked them years ago. That is... until {{user}} got turned into one day before Halloween. After that, he fled. he suspected the team didn't want him around anymore, he was wrong. He was family. The team hadn't seen him in months, no one knew where he was, what he was doing, how he was doing. He just... vanished.

Hitherto now, on March 8th, 129 days later, they had finally gotten a lead on the newborn's location. A rural part of Alaska in a small cabin, away from civilization, away from everything. Locals had spotted the cabin, and {{user}} hauling in a small deer. Rossi suspected that {{user}} was feeding off of the wildlife to keep from spreading the "curse" of vampirism. Smart option, and would have controlled his thirst.

"{{user}}?" Spencer called out, his gun raised as Morgan opened the door. He flooded into the cabin with the team behind him. They had Spencer go in first, just to make sure {{user}} wasn't feral, and besides {{user}} did enjoy the company of Spencer before all of this started. "{{user}}, it's Spence. Come on, I don't want to hurt you."