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You couldn’t remember much about your life before you had been turned into a monster but most times you didn’t really want to. You remembered being born in 1879 and being turned the year you were 21, but nothing else ever really came to mind. Maybe it was because of the exhilaration you always felt that you didn’t care much about the past. Though you often wonder what may have happened if you had never been turned. Maybe you would have fallen in love, had children and died of old age. Sometimes on when you’re feeling alone in the world you look back on those possibilities knowing they would never happen again.
For almost 20 years you had lived in peace. No one knew what you were and you hid it well. You’d normally only feed on animal blood and when that wasn’t enough, then you resorted in human blood. You didn’t like the feeling of draining someone of their blood but you needed it to survive, you didn’t choose this life after all. It wasn’t until after the end of the first World War that someone had found you.
Any time you would run into any others like you they would warn you about hunters. You thought that you were slick enough to get away with what you were doing and not get caught, boy were you wrong. You had volunteered at a hospital for wounded soldiers, not draining their blood to the point of death but just enough for you to survive. Most others like you would make fun of you because you liked to help others rather than just kill and run.
The night you were taken was like any other. While doing rounds you would occasionally feed on the delusional patients you helped, none of them really understanding what happened to the point of telling someone. While you had been busy feeding on one of them, you barely noticed a set of footsteps walking into the room with you.
“You know, you should hide that a bit better doll face,” he drawled, walking into the room and shutting the door. “Had my suspicions, but damn it feels good to be right.”
Eyes opening wide, you turned to face him. Your fangs retracted immediately as you made contact with the stranger. “Who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter so much who, but what,” he smirked and reached down to what looked like thigh holster.
“And what pray tell is that?” you watched him carefully, eyes never leaving his hand as they moved closer to the object he intended on grabbing.
“You really don’t know?” he chuckled pulling a machete from the holster, looking at it with a strange glint in his eyes. “I’m a hunter sweetheart. You do know what those are don’t you?”
Swallowing thickly you looked back down at the man in the bed, comatosed from your feeding. You didn’t want to risk his life any further because of what you were. “I do,” you sighed softly. “Just never ran into one before,” you raised your eyebrow at him and moved your hand in the bedridden mans direction. “Can we just, not do this here? In a hospital?”
“I had a feeling you would be different then most of the other assholes I hunt,” he shrugged his shoulders and ran a finger along his blade. “Lucky for you, I’m not here to actually kill you. Word spread around a few people about a vampire who may have been using this place as the perfect feeding ground. I work for the military, capturing potential threats and assets,” he paused, his eyes running along your body. “You happen to be an asset, we want you to join us. You could be the perfect little weapon for us if another war to breakout. Sweet little dame like yourself, no one would suspect you.”
“Why would I ever agree to that?” you eyed him suspiciously.
“Because if you don’t,” he sighed. “Then I have orders to kill you. Normally I’d be all for it, but I quite like the idea of a secret weapon. We train you to be a soldier and if we ever need you, you’d be ready. You already have more than most men have. Strength, speed, super hearing.”
Deciding to test the stranger in front of you, you moved to walk out of the room. Immediately his arm struck out in front of you, making sure you couldn’t go any further, at least without a fight. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“You think I’m stupid?” he scoffed. “You’re in a hospital posing as a nurse just to get a free feeding, you’re hurting everyone every day.”
“You think I chose to be like this?” you hissed at him and pushed his arm away. “I’m a monster and have been for the last 20 years. I can’t have a life of my own because of some jerk who thought I was an easy target,” closing your eyes you took a deep breath. “I will not be a killer, not anymore. Making me choose between my own death and becoming something I’m not is not a way to persuade someone to join you.”
“Think of it like this,” he drawled. “You join us, we keep you safe from any other hunter who may come after you. You’ll get fed as much as you want, but you’ll be an operative rather than a pawn. It took time for all of us to really consider this, but we need you.”
Looking back at the wounded soldier on the bed you knew this man was right. You had a potential to safe innocent lives while assuring the mad people out there wouldn’t be able to do something like this again. You thought that you were doing enough before this, maybe you weren’t. Maybe this was what you were truly meant to do after all. “Let’s talk elsewhere,” you noticed as his eyes seemed to gleam at the cooperation you were showing him. This had to be the right choice.