Pyro fingered his teeth and sighed. He woke up every morning hopeful that it was all some big nightmare, but he was always let down. This had been going on for a year. It also didn't help that he was the only guy on the server like this. He had nobody to talk to, nobody to share things with... it felt horrible.
He often thought of the night he became a vampire, thinking what he could have done, how he could have avoided this... But it was in the past, already happened, and there was no way of changing it.
He remembered what happened in detail up to just before he lost consciousness. He'd been cornered by the guys with no chance of escape. Why they'd wanted a 20 year old lad he had no clue.
Pyro was terrified; he'd seen their fangs already. He tried to back out of the alleyway, before any trouble was caused, but it was too late.
There were 3 guys, all much older, taller and stronger than himself. They spotted him and decided to have a little 'fun'. Which meant fighting him then leaving him with the pain of being turned.
The tallest ran over and grabbed Pyro by his arms. Pyro yelped and tried to flee, unsuccessfully. He was tossed effortlessly at the other guys, landing in a groaning heap at their feet. Pyro gave up, and let himself be punched and kicked until he literally couldn't feel anything anymore. What alarmed him was when one of them picked him clean off the ground and stared at him, snarling.
"Have fun, Dino-Suit."
Pyro's hood was pulled down and he felt a stab of pain in his neck. He was dropped and the guys ran off, leaving Pyro yelling with the pain.
He put a hand to his neck and went pale at the amount of blood he saw on his hand. His mouth hurt the worst. Eventually, his vision started to go black at the edges. He let himself pass out against a wall, happy to be temporarily relieved from the pain.
Pyro woke up with a splitting headache and aching canines. He groaned. He had no memory of what had happened after he was picked up and the guy said 'Have fun,' to him. He caught sight of how much blood he was covered in. It was dry, so he'd been unconscious for some time.
He put a hand to his mouth, and was terrified when he felt something sharp. His teeth. His canines, to be exact. Or his fangs. He could still feel a burning pain around them, as well as the headache. His arms and legs hurt, and it was obvious he'd broken a couple of his fingers.
He slowly stood up and went to a blacked out window to look at his reflection. His eyes were definitely more brown, if that was a thing. He had fangs, and he looked an absolute mess: his dinosaur hoodie was covered in dirt and blood, his face was covered in mud, his hair was messy, his jeans were ripped at the left knee and soaked through with blood... The walk home was sure to get him some odd looks.
He shuddered just thinking about what had happened. He'd gotten used to drinking blood every day or so, hiding his fangs and being careful when he ran. For a scrawny thing, he was strong because of it, and had to disguise that. It was hard.
The woods were his favourite place on the whole server. It supplied him with food and blood, but it was also nice to watch the birds, rabbits, wolves, deer and even the guys do whatever they did. He would often climb up into a tree and sit for an hour or two, just enjoying himself. That was what he planned to do now. Have a lazy day sitting in a tree.