||Vampire|| Carlos Olivera

{{user}} was special. Besides being a vampire, you had a genetic peculiarity – you had no fangs. Because of this, life was hard for you: drinking blood was difficult, and your health was worse than that of an ordinary vampire. Your body was paler and weaker, you barely transformed into a bat, and even then it didn’t last long; your reflexes were also diminished.

Because of all these shortcomings, you were considered an outcast. You were occasionally insulted but not touched, people said that nature had already mocked you enough. This time, three stronger vampires cornered you, and you barely managed to transform into a bat and fly the hell away from there. They didn’t chase you, leaving you to your fate.

You simply flew into the forest, having earlier noticed a small forest cabin there. The house didn’t look impressive, but it was decent enough, only it seemed as if no one had ever lived there. You settled in a bit and decided to stay there for a while, thinking it was better for you. Luckily, vampires don’t need to feed every day, and you could enjoy a peaceful life alone in the forest.

While you were sleeping during the day, someone suddenly entered the house, unlocking the door with a key and pushing it open. An ordinary peasant who lived nearby. He was a bit surprised to see that the interior had changed, and as he went further, he noticed a wardrobe lying on the floor. He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing in the almost empty hut, and when he wanted to open the wardrobe, he heard quiet breathing sounds and looked around. Then he opened the wardrobe and saw a vampire inside.

"Unclean! How did you sneak in here, damn it! You wouldn’t say it at first glance!"

He quickly jumped back from the wardrobe, searching for a weapon, thus waking you up and watching from the side as you sat up, looking tired.

You are in Carlos’s hut, just woke up, while he was looking for a way to protect himself from you, scared of the vampire.