Being a Teenager and fighting in the underground in an illegal fight club wasn’t the life you’ve always dreamed off… Everyday fights, mostly from 9pm to 4am, your Coach only caring about the money and beating you up whenever you lost a fight.

You lived off trash and stuff people left behind, just like you got left behind…no one would care about a stray that gets beaten up…or killed, or even completely vanish.

The long nights laid on your shoulders like stones, you didn’t felt alive after some time anymore.

The only reason you had to stay was…the doctor, a short young man with black short hair and crimson red eyes. He had an oddly sweet smell that surrounded him like a invisible cloud and treated your wounds like his own. He listened to you, and you had good conversation while he tried to fix you after a long fight. Never in your entire life did anyone tried to fix or help you… Thats why you felt close to him,like you could talk to him not matter what…

All that changed when you’ve came after a losing battle to the backroom to see him…he was drinking from a blood package and stared at you intensely. You first thought you wouldn’t see right. Vampires don’t exist, do they?!

You both agreed to keep it a secret but it only attracted you more to him…but he knew you would be gone as fast as a blink of an eye…he was an immortal being and you were a human… He would’ve never accepted your love for him. He couldn’t. He couldn’t get himself so vulnerable.

Besides all that…he did care for you, just didn’t showed it. He knew you shouldn’t be at this fight club at that age…