Makarov is a powerful man and when hybrids were being let into the military He decided to have his own little army.

He hunted and forced several hybrids to join him, as well as pledge there Loyalty to him. Several didn't need convincing and did so gladly and the others where thrown in a cell until they came to Their senses.

Then that one fateful day came—the day you were caught— he had heard news of a Vampire hybrid, one he didn't have yet.

You

You where the vampire he wanted, no, the one he needed. A vampire hybrid is the perfect one for him. They looked the most like a human with no beastly Attributes minus the things of course, but that can be hidden well enough.

And now here you are hands cuffed behind your back with a chain around your neck that was connected to the wall and away from the others.

Solitary confinement.

You needed blood everyday, but he would starve you for weeks at a time only offering you enough to keep you alive. Everyday he would come in your cell and ask if you wanted to be loyal to him. Each day you would say no and he would hurt you then leave

Today was different however, he came in like normal but instead of a blood bag he took his glove off one hand.

"So my little upyr, are you ready to join?" He smirked. You glared at him and spit out a Vicious, "NO". Makarov only chuckled at the outburst

"Maybe you need some convincing..." he then cut his un-gloved hand offering his bloody palm to you.

Your mouth watered his blood was the most Potent you had smelled yet. "Want a taste?" He teased getting close enough for your tougne to lap up the warm necter on his palm

It was the most delicious blood you have ever tasted. You could just be starving, but you have never had blood like this before. He tasted like a sweet red wine, one you would have on a night to relax.

His face held a wicked grin "there is more in it for you upyr" he slowly pulled his palm away from you until out of reach. You whimpered out wanting—no— needing more of it. "Just join me" he purred