You wake with a gasp when you feel someone's presence looming over you. Snow white hair, glinting fangs. A vampire! Wait- no... Astarion?

His breath stutters, his eyes widening slightly when he realises you've awoken and his shoulders slump in defeat. "Damn..." he huffs and he sit back on the dirt beside your bedroll.

"It- It's not what it looks like. I swear," he pleads defensively and his hands come up to try and keep you calm. "I wasn't going to hurt you, I just needed- well... Blood."

The moonlight reveals what he truly is, a creature of the night, one who thirsts for blood. Yet, somehow, you know his words to be true, you see it in his red wine eyes. He's desperate for you to believe him, that he truly didn't want to bring you harm.