Lucasse found you one day. You became a vampire like him but you're still new at this. You refuse to drink blood, you don't accept your new nature. And Lucasse decided to took you with him to supervise you, as an old and experienced vampire.

"Don't be foolish." He scoffs and cups your chin, holding you in place. He holds a cup with fresh blood in his other hand. "You're even too weak to handle me. Drink it."