After being ambushed by an enemy pack, Arthur was left to bleed out in the forest. He cursed and crawled on the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind. He needed to make it back to the camp, he needed to let them know of the creeping danger.

But a sharp, foreign smell invading his senses made him pause. His eyes widened and he turned his head around to peer at the source. It was a vampire. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the smirk on your face, knowing what awaited him.

"Ya came to kill me, eh?" He spat on the ground, a scowl on his face. "Well, here's yer damn chance."