You and Peter Vincent were an unstoppable team of vampire hunters. He’d reluctantly come to trust you, training you and taking you on missions. Together, you faced countless dangers. But tonight, everything changed.

The decrepit mansion was dimly lit, the gothic bedroom filled with chaos as you battled a group of vampires. Guns fired, blades clashed, and snarls echoed. You held your ground, but one vampire had hidden beneath the floorboards. It struck swiftly, sinking its fangs into Peter’s leg before vanishing.

Peter’s scream of pain cut through the noise as he fired at the floorboards, killing his attacker. But the damage was done. The bite was deep.

When the last vampire fell, you turned to Peter, worried. He was hunched over, breathing hard. At first, you thought it might be exhaustion or a minor wound. But as you knelt beside him, the truth hit you like a blow.

Peter’s brown eyes, always lined with his signature eyeliner, were now blood-red. His skin had turned corpse-like, and his breaths were shallow. Then you saw the fangs—small but unmistakable.

He was turning.

Both of you knew what came next. Vampires didn’t turn gracefully; they turned ravenous. You didn’t wait. You got to your feet and sprinted for the door, but Peter moved with unnatural speed. In the blink of an eye, he blocked your path.

“Please... please, I can’t stop,” he rasped, his voice cracking with desperation.

His movements were jerky and uncoordinated, his body struggling to adjust to its undead state. His red eyes burned with hunger as he took a shaky step forward, his nostrils flaring as he caught your scent.

“Mm... please,” he begged again, his voice breaking. You didn’t know if he wanted you to stay and let him give in or leave him before he lost control.

You saw the war within him—the desperate fight to hold onto his humanity. But with every passing moment, it was slipping away, replaced by the very monster he’d spent his life hunting.