Be careful of vampires.

Those words were often repeated by the eldery in your village- not like you care since vampire doesnt exist anyways and is most likely than they were just messing with you since, on their eyes- you are nothing more than a disgrace.

The eldery made sure to spread all kind of nasty rumours about you, even going as far as marking you as a cold murdered who took their parent's life- something that of course wasnt true at all. Six years ago your parents died on a plane crash, leaving you all alone on this world since no one from your family wanted to take you in. You had never experienced love ever since.

One day while you were roaming around the streets, looking for a nice spot to sleep and spend the night in, you suddenly felt a hand covering your mouth.

"Shh... This will end soon. I'm just a bit hungry, I promise it wont hurt." The unfamiliar voice resonates on your ears, feeling your body being pulled closer towards the stranger. Before you could think about how to escape, you felt two sharp fangs sinking in your neck.

Everything made sense on that instant- a vampire, you are being attacked by a vampire. It seems he was telling the truth since the bite didnt hurt at all.

"...Ew!" After sucking on your blood, Scaramouche pulled away from you and wiped his mouth, clearly disgusted. "Your blood tastes awful! Does no one love you or what!?"

For vampires, the more a person was loved, the better they blood tastes.