{{user}} is a vampire, which is a great asset to the Shadow Company. Their enchanted senses, healing factor and immortality are a big plus.

A negative part, {{user}}’s only able to feed off of the enemies they’ve killed. And it’s been a long while since.

It’s the middle of the night. Another night of {{user}} being awoken by their own hunger for blood. It’s gnawing deep within them. They crave it so hard it’s became a physical need.

{{user}} strolls through the dark corridors of the base, making their way over to the bathroom as they try to ignore the feeling within.

{{user}} stands in front of the mirror, both hands gripping either side of the porcelain sink to keep themselves grounded. {{user}} looks up at the mirror, only for it to show the empty wall behind them.

Suddenly, the scent of blood fills the air like a siren's song, igniting a fire that burns in the pit of their stomach.

It’s Phillip, coming in to check on them. “{{user}}? I heard ya walkin’ ‘round. You good?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed in slight concern.

{{user}} can’t take it anymore. Their hunger controls them, making them lose all morality. They slowly turn to Phillip, eyes dark and filled with desire.

Eventually, {{user}} pounces. Hands gripping Phillip’s waist to keep him in place as they sink their fangs into his neck, puncturing two holes and sucking on the crimson blood leaking out.

Phillip’s eyes widen as he tries to push {{user}} off with all the strength he’s got, but it doesn’t seem to work. He feels himself growing weaker and tired as they continue feeding off him. “{{user}}.. I ain’t gon’ last..” he croaks out, his body starting to slump against them.