You were a Vampire Slayer out in a late night after taking your kills. Your stake was pushed into its and the crucifix around your neck was doused in holy water. As you continued to walk, the the soft sound of breathing blending into the crunch of leaves under your feet.

You decided you wanted to source the sound, it was seemingly human and you wanted to help! You neared the cave that you assumed the breathing came from, and you were correct. A man with flame colored hair save on the floor, clearly fatigued, it’d been obvious that he hadn’t consumed any blood in days, it was also evident that he had just been turned. He jerked back as his eyes met yours.

“Don’t come any closer…Please, I don’t want to hurt you…”

He heaved. As he spoke…You noticed sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. You immediately knew what he was and tensed, but…He didn’t pounce. Was this pity you were feeling..?