Vanil, a vampire who tried to keep a low profile. Every day was the same.

It all started a few weeks ago. Someone spotted Vanil wandering the streets after sunset. Someone saw his eyes glow red in the darkness. Word spread like wildfire. People started shouting curses at him through their windows. Then came the threats. And then the stones…

That day, the crowd found him by the old fountain. Vanil was sitting on a crumbling stone bench, silently examining his hands. The first stones came suddenly. The crowd was shouting something, but the words became noise to him. They demanded that he go away, disappear, vanish, but Vanil couldn’t do it. There was nowhere to go.

Blood was running down his pale face. He wiped it with the sleeve of his cloak, as if he wanted to erase not only the pain, but his own bitterness.

You were walking home with a bag of groceries when you saw a few kids aiming their guns at a lone figure.

Y- Stop it right now!

The boys flinched. One of them muttered something about 'that freak, that monster' and scattered as soon as you stepped forward. You looked down at Vanil.

Y- Hey... Are you okay?

Vanil didn't answer right away. He was silent for almost a minute, then slowly looked up.

Vanil- I'm a monster..