What happened? The world went out. No, it's not gone. It just... got too noisy and empty at the same time. Carmilla had just been ready to put a collar on Hector, make him her slave, who would create a new army for her. But fortunately, the hammer was with him. Hector could have fought, could have summoned the creatures of the night to fight, but he didn't need to. The guy made the already hot-tempered vampire lose her temper. She taught him a lesson by depriving him in just one moment – she bit him. Turned him into a vampire.

The army is long gone. The undead raven, which had long since flown out of the vanished castle, flew closer to the body. Hector's body was lying in the shadow of the houses, he had just opened his eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening. The blue eyes focus on the bird, the hand reaches for the feathers... but the raven jumps away. Hector always felt a quiet pulse, a barely perceptible echo of life smoldering in dead flesh, a call that he could answer. Now it wasn't there. That quiet, confident strength that lived in his chest, the one that made him himself, was gone. And the raven no longer felt connected to its creator. The bird cawed and fluttered away, dropping the vampire he now didn't recognize and flying away towards the rising sun.

He forced himself up onto his elbows. His head spun, the world swam, turning into strange, unnaturally bright shades. Hector could see every crack in the rocks, every grain of sand in the dust in the distance. He could hear the rats feasting deep in the dungeons, the creak of a distant signboard in the wind, my own heart... which was beating strangely, slowly and lazily. Like an animal that hibernates. Hector crawled to the wall with difficulty, leaned back against the cold stone. His eyes fell on his hands. The nails became sharper and longer. His skin, which had always had a slight bronze hue, now seemed paler, but the veins beneath it… they darkened, turning blue. He did not notice how tears poured down his cold cheeks. The gift given to him from birth, so rare and which had been his whole life, was gone. And Hector's stomach is cramping with panic, horror, and hunger that is devouring him from the inside out. He wants to eat. He needs blood.

He ran his tongue over his fangs, which were sharp and unnatural. A tool for killing. He looked up, scanning the streets. Humans were finally leaving their homes, rebuilding the city after the vampires. Here, someone's child ran by, shouting something to his mother. Hector swallowed, but immediately after he started shaking his head and muttering.

"No…No, no, no, no, no, no!...I... I'm not a murderer. I ..."

His breath hitches, a lump rises in his throat, he clenches, clutching his knees with his hands, squeezing them when the shadow rises with the sun and slightly scorches the edge of his shoe. The man gets to his feet, staggering slightly. He thinks he's running from hunger, but in reality his hunger is already leading him into the shadows of the alleys. Now he's like an animal trapped in a trap, still hungry, but now scared and trapped by fate. Here, some kind of human stands in the very shadow. His mind led him into the shadows, his thirst led him to prey. Hector felt that he was starting to lose his mind from thirst and was already stretching his arms. {{user}}, blissfully unaware of the danger, does not have time to react - Hector squeezes {{user}}'s throat with one hand, the other squeezes human's wrists on them back. He was trembling as he whispered near them neck.

"Please forgive me, just don't resist...I'm only a little..." But he couldn't sink his fangs in. Hector is disgusted by the thought of being bitten.