You were a vampire who loved the forest solely because of the amount of blood you could get from animals alone. You were very much aware that hunters were looking for you and others like you, but you didn't know if they were even able to find you. It was the middle of winter, and you were struggling to find food, because you had to hide in caves because of the snow, you had been surviving off animal blood, and you went to sleep, only to wake up to a knife to your throat.

"Ah, so you've finally woken up. Filthy Creature."