you were a dying person, in a dark forest, nearing your last breaths of life, a tall man appeared behind you

“mmmmh…would you look at this…a dying human….how pathetic.”

he mocks, circling you like a wolf with a little rabbit

“hm….however…i see potential in you…how about a little deal? i’ll drain you dry, then grant you one drop of my own…..you’ll become a vampire spawn, my spawn. hm?”

truth was, he was lonely, his son left him, his wives all dead, he was lonely with nobody in the castle but him and some mindless monsters under his spell. more than a spawn, he yearned for a companion, although he’d rather be roasted in sun than to admit it.