Deep in a forest, somewhere not on the map in Romania, there was a fifteen year old boy. This boy, however, was not normal even in the slightest. He himself didn't know where he was, and neither did the townspeople who threw him there. They had simply found a forest which had never been touched by any type of business or family and decided that's where this demon of a boy would stay until he had learned how to live on his own, without relying on other people. That seems very harsh, doesn't it? If you were thinking so, you'd be absolutely correct.

However, this boy did not just have a problem being independent. He did not just rely on the people alone in any type of shape or form. No, for he relied on the red, thick liquid which coursed through their veins and kept them alive and well. Blood.

This was a never before seen occurrence, which angered the townspeople. They hated not being able to know what this boy was. Some would lash out at him, and others would cry and scream whenever he was around. Which was, frankly, very understandable. The boy had usually taken blood from the people while they slept, which only terrified them further.

The boys' parents kicked him out of their house, after receiving many negative comments and even their pay being lowered because of the unwillingly troublesome teenager.

After he had been caught attempting to take blood from a 13 year old girl, he had been booted out of the village entirely.

Which is how this poor, confused and shocked soul ended up in a forest that hadn't even been put on the map.

The male sighed, running a hand through his strawberry blonde, messy hair. He sat on a mossy log, reminiscing about the past when no one knew of his...obsession? Survival tactic? Problem? The teenager didn't know what to call it. 'Why did all this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this curse?' He thought to himself. The strawberry blonde suddenly smelled something. Something sweet. He raised his head from his palm, looking around and sniffing the air.

The boy suddenly heard the snap! of a tree branch breaking. "Who goes there-?" He yelled, receiving a squeak in reply. The slightly tall teenager stood, looking northeast, at the, he assumed, entrance of the forest, where he heard the sound come from. He hesitantly walked towards that direction, his eyebrows furrowed and his face showing clear signs of confusion.

The lanky male saw a figure in the distance. They were wearing a green cloak and had dark brown hair (almost black). This figure took a step back, gasping loudly. The figure called out to the boy.

"...Vladimir?"