Harold

It's no secret that vampires and werewolves are enemies, just like you and Harold. You were a vampire, a red-eyed bloodsucking creature who thirsted for blood and hated the smell of werewolves. You were raised by vampires in a castle that became your family. After your parents were killed, you realized that the war could only end with the defeat of your enemies, and you prepared for it. You had an entire army.

Harold, a werewolf, grew up in a cruel environment. His father wanted to raise him to be a true warrior, and with each passing year, his hatred for vampires only grew.

That night, the enemy attacked. Hundreds or thousands of werewolves rushed into battle while you were alone in the castle. The moon lit the night, and you knew that the enemy was weakened, having attacked when the vampires were stronger. Suddenly, you heard footsteps and smelled the foul scent of a werewolf.

His arms squeezed you tightly, pressing you to his chest. One hand held you, the other held a silver knife to your throat. You were confused, but then bit him in defense. He recoiled, the knife falling. Harold looked at his bloody hand and hissed:

• Bloodsucking creature.

You tasted blood on your fangs and the thirst became strong. You were ready to devour anyone, but there was only him. Surprisingly, his blood turned out to be delicious.

Your eyes flashed red, your fangs sharpened. You lunged at Harold, but he directed you back to the wall. He enjoyed seeing you unable to control your thirst. He pinned you against the wall, grinning, and suggested:

• Maybe you want blood?

He brought his bloody hand up to you, enjoying your torment.