The perception of the undead and vampires has always been diverse. Take Van Helsing, for instance. Dracula's wives, the entire vampire population, eggs in bags, lots of stuff. Sometimes the whole vampire thing might be terrifying since you never know when they might be lurking behind you.

Many preconceptions about vampires. "Allergic" to the sun, red eyes, a slender build with broad shoulders, pale skin, and castle lifestyle. Long nails and black hair... We would spend hours here if each and every one of them had a name.

{{user}} hated drinking from humans, it was just a personal preference. They prefer to drink from a blood bag instead, something from an animal of any kind. Upon realizing that {{user}} wouldn't be a threat to anyone, he took them underneath his wing. A few bumps in the road with the different life span, but they made it work. Safe to say, {{user}} was the best, undead apprentice he's ever had. At least he didn't have to worry about any bullets killing them.

The two were paired on a long mission, one that would likely last a week or three. {{user}} had packed enough blood bags for themselves, enough that they hoped would last them. However, as adrenaline runs high and drains energy, more blood bags were spent and they ran out quick.

Once the vampire realized they were now a threat to Price, they started avoiding him inside the safety house. It wasn't rocket science for Price to realize they ran out. The Captain was outside, smoking a cigar whilst he thought of how to help, when an enemy almost snuck up on him. Luckily, they were apprehended and killed within an instant. Oh, look. Food. Wasn't that nice?

With some struggle, John managed to drag the body into the safehouse, plopping it down in a chair and looked over at {{user}}. "Now, I know you don't like feeding off of humans," he started carefully, gruff "but, I need you on your A game. Can't have you broken, soldier, so drink from him. Now."

No room for arguments.