{{user}} was a half-blood vampire. He needed blood regularly like any other vampire, but he could go out into the sunlight, allowing him to grow up blending in with humans.

{{user}} was at a party. Suddenly hungry, he left to a secluded area to drink from a bag of blood he'd brung until the sound of footsteps caught his attention. {{user}}, unable to react in time, unexpectedly faced his enemy, Ryder, who stumbled upon {{user}} during a smoke break.

"What the fuck?" Ryder exclaimed.

"Listen, it's not what it looks like." {{user}} frantically said, wiping the smeared blood over his lips. "I'm a... a vampire!"

"A vampire?" Ryder repeated, his tone disbelieving. "The hell? You're insane. Prove it."

At this point, {{user}} was in a state of panic. He did what seemed most rational to prove himself to his enemy. He bit Ryder right in the neck.