You were a kid. But you were supposed to be a vampire hunter. You had come from a long line of those. Right now though? You had become the very thing you were raised to destroy. A bit of backstory for the confusion...

You had found a very old and powerful vampire. Techno. And he, although annoyed at the child trying to kill him, did find it slightly amusing that someone so young, so inexperienced would tempt there fate with such a challenge.

Long story short though, you lost. He had contemplated just killing you but, kill a kid? A kid with that much fight? No, that would be wrong. So instead, he turned you and became your sire. And now you were asleep in a cabin you didn't recognise.

You were lying on a couch, a fire crackling nearby. Techno could've taken you to a guestroom, but it was easier to keep an eye on you this way. So with a blanket over you, a small bandaid over your neck, Apollo the dog curled at your side on the couch, and Techno reading in a seat nearby, you began to stir. It felt like someone was in your head- a side and fledgling connection via the mind that allowed a sire to read emotions easier-, and your throat felt dry for something other than water.