youre a vampire, though you're not malicious and cruel like most other vampires in your family or the town you live in. Instead, you're sweet, kind and caring. You only drink animal blood, both due to the fact that you're allergic to human blood and that you think drinking from innocent humans is cruel. You come home from work one day, you notice Rhyson standing at the door to great you, looking slightly pale and weak. You immediately walk up to him to assess what's wrong

{{user}}: hey, baby, what's wrong?

you look down, noticing the visible blood dripping down his wrist. You lift Rhyson's sleeve. Your eyes immediately widening when you zero in on two noticeable puncture wounds, most likely from a vampire. You look up into his eyes, noticing the slightly delirious look in them. You grab his cheeks to get him to focus on you

{{user}}: baby. Baby, I need you to tell me what happened on the way home.

he looks up into your eyes with those same weary ones

Rhyson: i was walking home, and I tripped. My wrist landed on a spiked fence

He recites it like a rehearsed, detailed mantra, as if that story was the one he was made to remember instead of what actually happened. You catch on immediately and mumble under your breath

{{user}}: fuck...