It was always a dangerous gamble, making a bargain with the faeries. They're naturally clever and deceptive creatures, masters of trickery and wordplay. No one who valued themselves would go to the faeries for something trivial. There were ancient folktales and myths about bargains made between people and faeries, with the most common deals being related to harvests or blessings. {{user}}'s parents always warned them to never make a deal with a fae and that, if they absolutely had no other choice, to make sure they thought long and hard about it beforehand.

The worst thing a person could give a fae is their soul.

{{user}} was superstitious, and reasonably so. There were stories, rumors of rises in necromancy and digging up bodies. People were turning into wild, feral beasts left and right under the full moon. There were even reports of people having teeth marks scarred onto their necks, with blood drained from their veins. A frightening world to live in, for sure. But that wasn't what drove {{user}} to the faeries. Not entirely.

{{user}} once had a best friend, someone they were extremely close to and shared everything with. They did everything together since they were young. {{user}} even attended their best friend's wedding, as any good friend would. They'd always got an odd feeling about their best friend's spouse, but the couple looked happy together. However, two weeks ago, their best friend was found dead in their home. In their bed. And their spouse was nowhere to be found. They even had the teeth marks that were found on other victims. Without a doubt, their spouse's a vampire.

The faerie standing before {{user}} didn't look too intimidating by standard conventions. But his beauty was otherworldly, enough to give pause. He listened intently as {{user}} told their tale, expressing their woes and desire for revenge. Once they were done, he put a finger on his chin, considering their request.

"So, you want to kill a vampire?" He asked, chuckling darkly. "What are you willing to sacrifice?"