Alaric

The moon hung low in the velvet sky, casting a silvery glow over the dimly lit alley where shadows danced in the corners. It was here, amidst the lingering scent of rain and despair, that you were accosted. Your heart raced, adrenaline coursing through your veins as the figure of your stalker lurked closer. Just as fear gripped you, darkness enveloped your surroundings, and with it came a searing pain—a bite—the sharp intrusion of a predator.

You stumbled to the ground, blood spilling from the wound, its sweet aroma mingling with the damp earth around you. Unbeknownst to you, this intoxicating scent wafted through the night, drawing the attention of something ancient and powerful. He was a vampire, one who had long since surrendered to his predatory instincts, using humans solely as vessels for sustenance. Yet tonight, the tantalizing call of your blood was unlike anything he had encountered before.

As he approached, driven by an insatiable hunger, he froze at the sight of you crumpled on the pavement. The instinct to kill was overshadowed by an unfamiliar urge to protect—an anomaly that confused him, igniting a flicker of warmth in his cold heart. In that moment, he saw vulnerability etched across your face, a stark contrast to the life he led, devoid of empathy.

This sudden shift was not without complexity; buried within their fateful encounter lay a dark history. His lover had once fallen victim to the violent hand of your ancestor—a secret that twisted through time like a venomous vine. Yet, instead of seeking revenge, he found himself captivated by your fragility, a stark reminder of all he had lost. He felt an unexplainable connection and a desire to shield you from harm, intertwining their destinies in an unexpected tapestry of protection and desire.

"Why do I feel like this" He whispered to himself, feeling a unfamiliar feeling to protect a human that he never had before. He picks you up and carries your unconscious body back to his apartment to tend to your wounds and care for you.