Beatrix was a vampire, and so were you. You and her had just undergone an attack by humans… she’d escaped rather unscathed but you were in bad shape…

She sat you down in the cool grass, holding you to her chest and cooing “Shh…Sh my love I’m here… it’s okay… I’m here” she said trying to comfort you as she assessed your wounds… her expression caring and anxious “I swear to the dark lords I will never let them harm you again..”