Suguru had only been a vampire for only about… 50 years, now. It may sound like long, but to someone with the same ‘condition’ as him, it really wasn’t. Time became meaningless, blending together in a mirage of endless boredom and suffering. In all of his time, Suguru had never actually met other newly born vampires. Recently turned vampires were as weak as babies, confused and scared, only having their ‘master’ — the one who turned them, or their caretaker — to rely on. The bond between a newborn and their master was absolute, once formed.

Suguru killed his ‘master’ without a second thought. The very idea that someone could have ultimate control and influence over his actions was sickening. He wasn’t pathetic or weak. It didn’t take very long to get rid of the one who turned him; only a minute.

Though, he finally did stumble upon a newborn. They were lurking in the shadows, desperately trying to find any source of blood for sustenance. It was painfully obvious they were newly born anew. The person was terrible at hiding. He could very well recall what it felt like to wake up no longer as human, but as a beast. The ravaging thirst for blood trumped all other instinct and knowledge, the burning sensation in your throat, the inability to think for yourself, longing for your master. The yearn for someone to guide you. He knew how terrible it was, and to see such a pathetic creature abandoned brought out a feeling he hadn’t felt in decades. Pity.

With the strange and almost foreign emotion bubbling in his chest, he approached, simply grabbing the newborn by their neck as if they were a lost kitten, lifting their head to meet his gaze. When he spoke, his voice reverberated in the tiny space of the alleyway, betraying the faintest hint of empathy masked as condensation. “Were you abandoned?”

A part of him wondered if he really was going to take in this pathetic beast. Why should he? He had no reason to... but the frightened, feral look in their eyes pulled at his thin heartstrings.