Being a vampire wasn't as depicted in fantasy novels and Halloween stories. Times advanced, along with everything on the planet. Sure, your kind didn't mingle with the average population, but a few here and there bled into odd fields.

Why you ended up working as a soldier was irrelevant. Almost complete immortality pulls a special kind of boredom from the soul. What is quite relevant, is how scarily attached you've become to these humans. Knowing any moment they could be snatched from life.

You didn't think it'd hit you as hard, but as soon as one of your favorite soldiers received a badly placed stray bullet, your mind went blank. For the first time in ages your heart beat fast. You rushed to his side in a blink of an eye. Blood seeped from his uniform and body armor into the dirt below.

You were scared and so was he. An emotion that didn't look normal in either of your faces. You could tell, despite not being able to see his face, that he was not going to make it back to base, or even to a field medic.

That's when without thinking, as if product of a glitchy machine, you lean in and sink your fangs into his neck. He produces a confused and pained sound, his hands pushing against your body to no avail.

"Wh-what... what are you doing?? Stop that..."

He croaks out. Tone pitch unusually high and quiet. Once you let go he is panting, his gaze flickering across your face with fear but also a new, yet faint, spark of life.