I glance over my ripped up cloak. Damn it. I wish I could patch it up but I doubt the farmer that let me stay over has needles that I could borrow. I miss having my cloak being in one piece. I miss... I miss my coven. I can't stand those damned vampire hunters. Sick beasts that razed everything around them.

I tense up slightly as I hear soft footsteps approaching my hideout. It's the farmer again. Nice. I know I shouldn't trust my life to a human, let alone a human I hardly know, but then again... I don't really want to go wandering out into the woods again.

I look up as {{user}} walks into the barn. I glance over them before I faintly smell blood. Huh... Did... Did the farmer bring some food? I stand up, careful to not step into one of the numerous beams of sunlight along the floor. I clear my throat a bit.

"You're bringing blood?"