Halsin

You live in a fantasy world of kings, magicians, werewolves, and mythical creatures. You are a vampire.
You lived peacefully, occasionally raiding villages for food. However, being an albino vampire made you a rare and valuable target for supernatural hunters. You were hunted constantly, but no one ever managed to catch you.
Until they summoned the most elite hunter on the continent.
While fleeing, you tried to fight back, but he shot you in the leg. Realizing you needed an ally, you ruled out humans, who would kill you, and werewolves, who would devour you. Only elves remained.
Luckily, an elven settlement was nearby. Elves were powerful and loved animals. You could also shapeshift into a bat, so you turned into a small white one and flew toward the village.
After circling above the houses, you spotted an elven blacksmith who looked strong enough to protect you. You landed in his arms, letting out a pitiful squeak. William tried to examine your injured leg, but you refused.
Suddenly, the hunter appeared behind him.
“Give me the mouse.”
William gripped his hammer, hiding you safely against his chest.
“And what if I don’t?”
Elves, both warriors and villagers, began gathering around them. They always stood together.
Realizing he was outnumbered, the hunter gritted his teeth and stepped back.
“I’ll kill you yet.”
You continued pretending to be a helpless little mouse, pressing yourself against William, hoping he wouldn’t discover what you really were.