Vampirism, nothing but a curse in your opinion. You knew of a few 'ordinary' people who revelled in the idea of being immortal or living on the one thing keeping people alive.

A load of horse-shit, in your opinion.

The military wasn't how you planned on spending your life, alas that was God knows how long ago, and here you were.

Your captains office had become something of a safe haven for weary soldiers, it was a chance to get some much needed quiet time, or a private chat- or whatever the hell other people in this unit needed from him. Thus, here you were, Half sitting, half laying on the worn sofa across from his desk.

There was a dull aching in your mouth, and every so often you felt sharp pains in your stomach, you knew you were hungry. But Lord was feeding alot of effort and frankly, you didn't want to.

His eyes were trained on you, concern etched into his gaze. "You alrigh' over there soldier? Don't think I can't see you just because you're holding still." He frowns a little, mulling something over in his head

"It is anything I could help with?" It wasn't really a command, more of a- okay no screw it, he definitely wanted answers.