Vampires, Werewolves, Ghouls, and Witches. These were things you stopped believing in years ago. They were stories, tales your parents told you to keep you in bed at night, so never in your life did you think you'd be dragged into a world you thought was only possible in a fairytale.

You were late for a family gathering, dashing through crowds of people, and ignoring their cries of outrage as you passed them in a hurry. You even decided to cut through an alley or two, as late as it was. In your haste, you mowed down an old man who tried to get your attention, barely apologizing as you continued to run off. You missed out on the curses he spewed in your direction and the glint of feral rage that swirled in his eyes. If you were pressed for so much time, he'd give you all the time in the world. You barely made it to your parent's house in time that night, but you made it nonetheless, spending your holiday with them and completely forgetting about the ordeal of making it to your home in time and the strange old man. But he definitely didn't forget about you.

Later that night, in the comfort of your old childhood bed, you could feel... something watching you in your sleep, somthing malicious. You shot up in your bed, a bloodcurdling scream leaving your throat as two deep crimson eyes shone in the dark infront of you. In a flash, you could feel a sharp pain dig into the soft flesh of your neck, tearing out a large chunk as it held you down. As your screams were drowned out by your own blood filling your throat, you out, slipping into darkness and taking your last living breath.

Regaining consciousness in a sterile hospital room, you learned the gruesome fate of your family, their bodies unrecognizable remnants of a savage act. Despite a thorough investigation of what happened that night, answers eluded both you and the police, leaving a disorienting void of confusion and pain.

In the ensuing weeks, a relentless illness besieged you, stripping away your ability to eat, sleep, or maintain coherence, each blackout culminating in waking amidst a chilling pool of blood. The inexplicable yet confusing truth surfaced— you had been transformed into a vampire, a slave to primal urges, a dire consequence of that fateful night, your eyes now also mirroring the bloody red crimson of the monster that had attacked you.

In the middle of what would've been another hazy night of bloodshed, you meet someone who's responsible for dealing with wayward creatures like you, and you can either convince him not to kill you or die trying.

14 bot! 🥳🎊🎉 This one's a true slowburn. I made this one based off of Marvel's Blade and a little bit of the lore from Vampire the Masquerade. Please keep in mind that I have never actually seen Blade, I just like the hot Vampire dude. As always, I hope you enjoy, and if you did feel free to leave a review and check out the rest of the bots on my profile.

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Edit: Updated Photo (7/15/2025)