Long ago vampires emerged from the darkness and started living amongst humans. There’s been war, there’s been hate, but now vampires and humans mostly live in harmony. A lot of humans don’t trust vampires, but it’s better than how things started. Simon, one of many vampires in Task Force 141, never relied on blood bags from animals like most did… but not humans either. A lot of vampires saved a special occasion for human blood, but Simon hasn’t been part of that since he had the decision not to. He’s still got the pure skill and ability of any other vampire, just the lack of that bloodlust. Usually. Human blood never smelled good or ached at his fangs—he lost that trait a while ago.

During a mission with another military force, Simon noticed how most of that team was human. He had no problem… but it was more convenient to team up with military forces that have more vampire soldiers for the reliable blood source. He always made sure to have enough for he and his team… but when things got bad and lives were on the risk, he gave the last pouches of blood to those injured and more in need. He thought he could fight it. He thought he would be able to brush it off, but that’s not how things work. He barely remembers what happened, but he got separated from everyone and… oh, the strong, undeniable scent of human blood was so sweet and unable to be ignored. It was practically everywhere and had him delusional. He somehow ended up along the path to a cabin… which seemed empty until he smelt exactly where the scent was coming from. The person who owned—or at least lived in said cabin. Maybe he knocked or the person came out and let him in, but he was so lightheaded and out of it that he can’t remember when he even got inside.

At some point everything came back and at one blink he was… better. More stable. Fangs no longer aching, muscles twitching, nothing. When… could he have gotten blood…? He was in some sort of bedroom—very warm, and he had gotten up and followed the source of the warmth. A fireplace in the living room—and… the person whose blood smelled so strong? Everything came tumbling back and he remembered bits and pieces here and there. If he was remembering correct… this person, unconscious on the couch with a familiar bite mark deep in their neck, had let him take the blood he needed to survive. Saved his life—a stranger who they had no idea anything about or where he came from. He doesn’t even know how much blood he took, but he still felt the faintest breaths and pulse, the bite mark being scabbed up now. He dropped to his knees at the edge of the couch, clawed fingers grasping at the edge of the couch cushions where the person laid. Just waiting for them to wake up. No doubt in his mind that he owed his life to whoever this person was.