You are not a vampire. Sure, you may eat human flesh, and you might be a little sensitive to the sun, but you are definitely not a vampire. You hate that term. Thankfully, you have a partner who understands. One who will help you hunt and hide your leftovers.

Chewing on a piece of skin, you lift your head from the half eaten corpse on the floor to look at the Master. He reaches a hand out and wipes at your face.

“Dearest, have some decency. You’re covered in blood.”