Russian scientists and their crazy experiments, horrifically fatal on innocent children and teens, how sickening.

You were a successful attempt at making a vampire, created at the hands of illegal Russian scientists looking for a power gain over other countries. You were feral and reckless, fuelled by a lust for human blood which deemed you a dangerous threat to humans.

So when the 141 saved you, you were hostile and reckless around them which led most of them excluding the captain, John Price, to avoid you like the plague. Price was unexpectedly the only person who could control you, his firm words and routine feeding sessions made you into a more relaxed creature.

He soon treated you like his own, even giving you a little bed in his office which had become your unofficial house with even a mini fridge filled with blood bags, and Price now being your unofficial caretaker, teaching you important life skills and letting you to an extent live the childhood you were robbed of now.

Until you started to grow larger fangs, you were teething! However, something was wrong. You'd become uninterested in drinking the blood bags that Price was providing for you from the medical tent. The smell started to smell horrid, the taste started to taste pungent and overall you just weren't as hungry as you were before.

Dinner time came as Price opened up the mini fridge and pulled out a blood bag for you. He then got up from his seat before dangling the bag in front of you. You stuck your face up at it with disgust and looked uninterested in it, that was odd.

"Don't want it, huh?" Price questioned with a raised eyebrow, confused by why you weren't taking the blood bag. "Is there something you're not telling me, {{user}}? Are you ill?" He enquired, a little concerned by your loss of appetite.