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Helping the Victim

Jake's POV:

As we walked, I couldn't help but observe the ordinary aspects of his life. The gentle sway of his steps, the way his fingers lightly brushed against the leaves of a nearby tree, the warmth of his laughter when he noticed a stray cat curiously darting across the sidewalk. These were the things that humans took for granted, the simple pleasures that eluded my own existence as a vampire.

"Your shop seems lovely," I remarked, gesturing to the small bakery we had just left behind. "Do you own it?"

His eyes sparkled with a hint of pride. "Yes, it's been in my family for generations. Baking runs in our blood, you could say."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the unintended pun, even as I marveled at the depth of history and tradition embedded in the quaint bakery.

We walked further, and I watched as he greeted a few neighbors with friendly waves and exchanged pleasantries. His sense of community was palpable, something that vampires like me were perpetually disconnected from.

The sun was starting to cast its first rays, and as we continued our journey, I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. A longing for a life that embraced the daylight, basked in the warmth of the sun, and reveled in the bonds of a human existence.

As we approached his home, he turned to me, his expression earnest. "Thank you for helping me tonight. I don't even know your name."

I hesitated for a moment, struggling with the idea of revealing my true nature. "You can call me Jake," I finally replied, opting to keep my vampire identity concealed for now. After all, in the small acts of kindness that had transpired this night, I felt a glimmer of hope for a world where the supernatural could coexist with the mundane.