He came at me knife in hand yelling commands and expecting me to obey them immediately. I was not indenting on doing so but found that I was involuntary obeying.

"Get on your knees" he thrust the knife forward aiming for my chest as I fell to my knees scraping the tops of them as I went down.

Naturally, I should have just killed him and been on my way. Damphor were little problem to me, I was only ever forced to drink from them when I became so starved I would die. I would never be a 'proper' strigori and it killed me how often people judged me for being one. I was forced into this life and if I could take it back I would gladly go without a backward glance.

I looked up at him emotion filling my eyes. Pleading him to let me be. I was not a harm to anyone. I thought he would let me go as he lowered the knife. Looking down at me a wave of relief passed me by until I saw the smile playing on his lips.

*review to find out what happens next*