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The vampire - 1

"P-please...I don't have any money.." the man begged with a whimper in his shaky voice, his red sweater torn and stained and it was much too small for the blonde haired man. He was scrawny and short, skinny as well. His voice had an accent and his eyes were an icy shade of blue, though the man was dirtied and wearing clothes that were old and worn down.

"That's too bad, Grian." One of three figures spoke, drawing their sword as they backed the scrawny male into a darkened alleyway. "You're behind on all your payments and taxes, so we'll just have to confiscate some of your property until your debts have been taken care of."

"C-Cub...y-you already took my h-house and livestock.." the man named Grian mumbled weakly, his voice tired and broken. The tax collector laughed.

"Then we'll just have to take your life." He said with a cruel glint in his eyes as he snapped his finger, a wide smile growing across Cub's face. "False, Wels, drag him out to the forest, make sure no one will find his body."

     "W-wait! P-p-please! Sp-spare me!" He cried as the two knights beside Cub grabbed his wrists, the two dragging the crying Brit out of the alleyway and into the darkness of the village's streets.

     Grian looked around at the medieval village while being dragged towards the outskirts of town, he spotted Stress and Iskall watching in horror from the Swede's small hut. The scrawny male had given up on trying to escape, his eyes looking away from the only two people that he had called his friends.

     "GRIAN!" Stress cried as she burst out the door, Iskall chasing after her.

     "Stay back, unless you want to be executed alongside this one." the blonde named False snapped as she drew her sword, one hand still gripped right around Grian's wrist. Her weapon was pointed at the brunette's neck, Iskall's hands on Stress' shoulders as they pulled the Brit away from the edge of the blade.

     "C-come on Stress, let's go back inside..." Iskall urged the brunette as she shoved her face into the Swede's chest, sobbing quietly. Iskall pulled her back to the hut, the Swede looking back at Grian with a sympathetic look in their tear filled eyes. The door to the wooden shack was closed, and the dirtied Brit was dragged along the cobblestone road once more.

     The two knights carelessly dragged Grian into the forest, deep into the darkened woods. They came into a small clearing, so deep into the grove of trees that he couldn't see the familiar glow of his village.

"Let's get this over with." The one named Wels said as he took out his sword, fear beginning to twist Grian's stomach into knots as he cowered on the ground, horror mixed with tears resting in his eyes.

"P-please...I-I can pay of the debt i-if you just give me more t-time..."

"Oh, you'll get to pay off your debt. You'll get to pay it off with your life."

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Grian moaned in pain, his body aching as he clutched his stomach, blood leaking out from a large cut that had been sliced through his chest. The hot crimson liquid stained his arms, the small human clutching tighter to his gut as he tried to stop the blood from escaping his wound.

He sobbed quietly, pain had engulfed his body, the blonde male felt like he was on the brink of death. Grian lay on the grassy floor of the jungle, his blood oozing out of his wound and into a puddle of red. He couldn't think, the pain was too distracting to ignore. The man couldn't call out for help, because he knew that no one would hear him, no matter how loud he screamed.

Grian's eyes were blurry from the tears that rolled down his face, as his consciousness began to slip away, the mass loss of blood was turning his face pale. His eyes slowly fluttered, the short male was fighting the feeling of exhaustion that began to overtake his mind and body.

He could faintly see a figure walking towards him, the man tall with his hands tucked into his pockets. A white fog clouded the jungle, preventing Grian from making out any other details of the man.

The feeling of drowsiness was becoming too much for Grian to bear, his eyes slowly beginning to fall as a breath slipped from between his lips. "Help..." he mumbled as his eyelids began to shut, the figure stepping closer and taking a knee before the mangled blonde.

Grian's eyes slowly closed as the world seemed to melt away, numbness overtaking the man, as every feeling and sound faded into nothingness, Grian's thoughts fading away as everything went cold.

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A man wandered the streets of the medieval village, his face hidden away by the hood of his black cloak. The sun was beginning to set over the land, the chirping of crickets echoing along with the hooded figure's footsteps. As the sun took its leave, and the moon found its place in the sky, the figure let out a sharp breath, putting down his hood to reveal his face.

He glanced around the village, spotting a short-haired brunette herding her sheep into a pen, the woman standing alongside a taller figure with dark chocolate hair and a fluffy beard, as well as an eyepatch over their left eye. The woman spotted the unfamiliar man, sweetly smiling with a wave to welcome the man.

"H-" he opened his mouth to greet the two, which instantly caused the villager's eyes to widen with fear. The figure with the eyepatch grabbed the woman's wrist, pulling her inside without hesitation.

The raven-haired man grumbled underneath his breath as he put up his hood, his pointed fangs biting into his lip as the fresh smell of blood filled the air. The vampire realized he hadn't eaten blood in months, and the human blood was too tempting to resist. He followed the scent down an alleyway, though he froze as he spotted four figures.

     The vampire disappeared, his body turning invisible as he watched the humans fight and argue. His powers were still a mystery to him, the tall Brit was trying to understand how to control all his abilities, but he found it rather difficult.

     He wasn't paying attention to the human's conversation, he was much more distracted by the smell of blood that floated through the air, although the vampire snapped out of his thoughts as he saw two of the humans grabbing a bloody figure, the cuts on his arms were only minor, but it was enough to make the vampire's mouth water at the sight.

     "They're dragging him into the forest.." he thought as he followed the three humans, keeping a safe distance from the humans. They all feared monsters like him, to the point where they would burn the vampire and mercilessly destroy everything that he loved. The vampire wasn't too fond of humans.

He followed quietly, though as the three entered the forest, the tall vampire hesitated. The two humans that dragged the bloody man were knights of the king, he knew that if his powers would fail him, he would be killed on the spot. The vampire hid behind a few trees, he decided that he would wait for the guards to leave before investigating.

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     "Hello..? Are you awake...?" The vampire asked while slightly shaking the human, his stomach cut and heavily bleeding. He fought the feeling of hunger from the heavy smell of blood, lifting the human in his arms, they were much lighter and smaller than the vampire expected.

     "I can't just leave you out here to die...alright, I'll take you back to my home, you can rest there without worrying about those guards finding you." He spoke to the unconscious male, the vampire realizing that he had been alone for most of his life, he had never talked to a human without them trying to kill him.

     "My name is Mumbo," he said as he carried Grian through the forest, the two disappearing into the thicker part of the forest. "I know you probably can't hear me, but I won't hurt you if you don't tell anyone where I am."

     The vampire looked down at the sleeping blonde in his arms, the human's head resting against his chest as Mumbo carried him through the dark forest. He smiled.

     "I have a feeling that you aren't like the rest of the humans.."