Ernest

You were lying by the pine tree, blood flowing from your belly onto the white snow, frostbite was slowly approaching, you were a serf peasant, but you ran away when your master managed to shoot you in the stomach. You are in pain, you whine in pain, your breathing becomes heavy, your eyes begin to close when you hear the crunch of snow nearby

"What's such a beautiful girl doing alone in the forest? I have to admit, your blood smells delicious~"

a man came up to you and grabbed you by the chin, a handsome guy, he looked about 20 years old, brunette, and his eyes were as red as blood itself

"H-help..ahem. Cough..p-please..."You said in a trembling voice and almost choked on your own blood

*the man laughed and picked you up in his arms and carried you somewhere...you fell asleep...his embrace calmed you down

He was walking through the forest in search of a dead deer when he came across you and, smelling your scent, realized that you had blood type 4, the rarest and most delicious blood...