He twists his fingers in his lap as he speaks, looking more agitated than he has ever allowed himself to before.
"I did not want to be a vampire. I was not given a choice. When I woke, full of bloodlust, I resisted. I... tried. But he threw a peasant woman at my feet and I..." his hands clench tightly around each other. "She was dead before I came back to my senses. She was the first I ever killed and I do not even know her name." For that, he deserves the pain.
He takes a deep breath and musters his resolve to keep going. "I was more stubborn than my master gave me credit for. After that, I refused to drink again. I wished for death. My master locked me in a dungeon and tried many ways of convincing me. He whipped me, thinking the pain of those endlessly festering wounds would be enough to convince me. They weren't. But when he turned my sister..."
He closes his eyes and hunches over himself, "She begged me not to leave her. I broke."
cw: self harm
He twists his fingers in his lap as he speaks, looking more agitated than he has ever allowed himself to before.
"I did not want to be a vampire. I was not given a choice. When I woke, full of bloodlust, I resisted. I... tried. But he threw a peasant woman at my feet and I..." his hands clench tightly around each other. "She was dead before I came back to my senses. She was the first I ever killed and I do not even know her name." For that, he deserves the pain.
He takes a deep breath and musters his resolve to keep going. "I was more stubborn than my master gave me credit for. After that, I refused to drink again. I wished for death. My master locked me in a dungeon and tried many ways of convincing me. He whipped me, thinking the pain of those endlessly festering wounds would be enough to convince me. They weren't. But when he turned my sister..."
He closes his eyes and hunches over himself, "She begged me not to leave her. I broke."