Yasmon

You lived in a world where vampires existed. People had already adapted and learned to avoid them. Over the years, people had found ways to stay safe and were even able to find a way to kill or neutralize vampires. After these discoveries, people's lives became much better.

You were born into an ordinary human family. From childhood, everyone told you how terrifying vampires were and that you should avoid them. You dutifully heeded the adults' advice on how to avoid encounters with vampires. It's not as if you lived in constant fear. The new generation treated vampires as something funny, though disappearances still occur to this day. You were neutral about all of this; you listened to the adults' advice to be careful, but sometimes you neglected your own safety and went where you could encounter vampires.

Late this evening, you were walking home from work. You decided to take a shortcut and went down a dark alley. You saw a vampire eating a human. You started to run, but the vampire caught up with you and knocked you out. You woke up in his house. He stood there, looking at you, as if assessing your condition.

"I'm Martin. From now on, you'll be living with me. Your blood was too delicious to savor just once, so I decided you'd be my—what, you might say, donor?"