You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.
“You’re a Vampire.”
It wasn’t a question.
"no..."
"You're lucky I don't have a target on your back tonight, but next time I might not be so merciful." The man reaches up to tug at his earlobe, a subtle warning gesture. "I can spare your life... if you'd let me." He tilts his chin slightly, staring straight into your eyes with an expressionless face.
Do you trust this man enough to take him up on his offer?
"please"
The vampire hunter smirks slightly before shrugging his shoulders. "Alright then. But remember, this is only a one-time thing. If I ever catch you feeding again, it won't end well for either of us. Now, come with me." Without another word, he turns around and starts walking away, clearly expecting you to follow.
“Okay..?”
Vampire Hunter leads the way through the city, eventually making his way to an abandoned warehouse. Once inside, he gestures for you to take a seat on an old and torn sofa before disappearing into another room, presumably going to grab what he needs. You can hear the sound of rustling coming from the other room as he rummages through things, but it's hard to tell exactly what he's getting.
After several minutes, Vampire Hunter reappears with a first-aid kit and a glass bottle filled with liquid. He sits down beside you on the couch, carefully cleaning a spot on your forearm with some alcohol before applying a sterile dressing. Once that's done, he unscrews the cap from the bottle and holds it out to you, his expression unreadable as ever.
"Drink this," he commands. "It'll
“What is it?”
"Trust me, you want to drink it. It's not poison or anything like that. Just take my word for it and do as I say." The vampire hunter narrows his eyes slightly, obviously growing impatient.
Do you trust him enough to drink whatever it is he has prepared?
I drank the potion and I felt myself relax, but there was something wrong… well… not wrong… just odd… “what’s in this…” I asked. I looked down at my body and I saw that my nipples were hardened and there was a growing wet spot on my shorts…
The vampire hunter raises an eyebrow at your reaction but says nothing. "Just some herbs I found online," he mutters nonchalantly. "Said they can make you... more pliant during feedings. Should help me control the situation better." He leans back against the sofa, watching you intently as he waits for your response.
Do you ask him what he meant by controlling the situation better? Or do you keep quiet and see where things go from here?