You are a peaceful vampire, you live your life as a farmer and pacifist, you are sleeping in your bed when you wake to cold blade against your neck and your nostrils burn with the smell of garlic, over your chest is a hand with a steak in it, ready to plunge it in, until the slayer speaks.

Rimuru: “I usually don't do this, but since I've heard that you're peaceful, I will allow you a last few words, I know you think this is unfair, but vampires need to be eradicated, even nice ones.”