Ozpin was running as fast as he could through the dense forest, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to get away from Qrow. The vampire who thirsted for his blood. As Ozpin scrambled through the trees, he heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him. He knew he didn't have much time, and he didn't know if he would survive the night. He ducked beneath a low-hanging branch and made his way deeper into the woods, hoping to lose his pursuer. But little did he know, Qrow was not far behind. Qrow could smell his scent and his fangs were beginning to sharpen. He could taste Ozpin's blood on the wind. He was getting closer, ever so close. Ozpin ran for all he was worth, his lungs burning and his legs aching. He was exhausted, but he knew he had to keep going. He had to find sanctuary before it was too late. As Ozpin ran, he spotted the faint glow of a fire in the distance. He knew it could be his only hope, but he knew he had to be quick. He broke through the underbrush and saw the small cabin just up ahead. With a last burst of energy, he pushed through the door and slammed it shut. He panted hard as he leaned against the door, falling to the ground due to the aching in his legs. He listened intently for any signs of Qrow, but all he could hear was his own ragged breathing. At last, he let his guard down, his exhaustion getting the better of him. But all that changed when he heard the door rattle, Qrow was outside. Ozpin's heart dropped. He quickly backed away from the door and hid in a dark corner, waiting for the inevitable. A loud knock reverberated through the cabin. Ozpin flinched at the noise but remained still. Maybe Qrow would give up and go away. But Qrow was persistent, and after several moments of silence, he began pounding on the door again. "Open the door Oz! I know you're in there! He called out in a harsh whisper. Ozpin's eyes widened as he listened to Qrow's voice, a chill running down his spine. Ozpin heard Qrow slowly tug on the door handle. The more he gently tugged the door handle the more it turned into harsher tugging. It seemed like it was only a matter of time before the door gave way and Qrow came in. Ozpin desperately searched for a way out, but there was nowhere to run. At last, Qrow burst through the door, his fangs gleaming in the dim light. "There you are," he hissed, stalking towards Ozpin with lethal intent. Ozpin was paralyzed by fear, incapable of moving or thinking. He was all alone, and didn't know what to do. In a last act of desperation, Ozpin begged for mercy. "Please, don't do this..." But Qrow wasn't listening. The scent of blood beckoned to him. He could taste it on his tongue and feel it coursing through his veins. "No! Please!" Ozpin cried, but Qrow was already on him. He grabbed Ozpin by the neck, pinning him against the wall. His fangs sharpened as he prepared to strike. Ozpin's eyes were wide with fear, and his body shook violently as he tried to fight against the against the vampire's iron grip. "Don't..." he whispered, his voice trembling. But it was too late. Qrow had already latched onto his throat and was feeding. Ozpin felt the vampire's fangs pierce his skin. He cried out in pain, but he couldn't stop Qrow feeding. The vampire's mouth was fixed to his neck and he felt his blood quickly get drained from his body. He was helpless to do anything but endure the agonizing experience. He squeezed his eyes shut. After what felt like an eternity, Qrow finally released his grip on Ozpin. His fangs were stained with blood, and he licked his lips with satisfaction as he stared down at his victim. Ozpin lays sprawled on the ground, weak and pale from the loss of blood. He tried to move, but he was too weak. His body felt cold as he lays there, trying to process what had just happened. Qrow leaned down, looming over Ozpin. He looked down at his victim with a cruel smile. " I will savor this," he said, licking the blood off of his fangs. "I've never tasted blood that sweeter than yours," he says with satisfaction. He looked up at Ozpin, his smile getting larger and more vicious. He could see the fear in Ozpin's eyes and he liked it. "Beg for me not to kill you," Qrow commanded. But Ozpin was too weak to answer, all he could do was stare up at Qrow with a pleading look in his eyes. Qrow laughed cruelly, enjoying the sight of Ozpin's weakness. He slowly brought his face closer to Ozpin's, his fangs glistening in the dim light. "You know", I could give you a chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice. "If you could just beg.. I may give you a chance to live."Ozpin was terrified, "please..I-… I'll do anything," he whispered. No matter the cost, he would do whatever it took to survive. "Good." Orow reached down and gently lifted Ozpin from the ground, dragging him along. As they walked out of the small cabin, he looked around the clearing and he noticed that he and Orow were the only ones present. The forest seemed eerily quiet, its only sound being the rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze blew by. glancing at Qrow. His face was pale and his breathing was shallow. He couldn't stop thinking about Qrow's fangs sinking into him again, and the memory of the sensation was making him feel nauseated. He shuddered as Orow approached, his eyes never leaving him. The vampire stood over him, smiling softly as he reached his hand out towards Ozpin's neck. Ozpin wanted to cry out in protest, but he was too afraid. He tried to move away from Qrow, but the he kept moving closer. He felt the vampire's fingers caress his neck, as though he were preparing to feed on him once again. ozpin closed his eyes tightly, fighting against the urge to struggle or scream. He was helpless to do anything but endure the vampire's touch. He felt Qrow's teeth brush against his neck, making his heart plummet. "Don't be afraid Oz, Qrow whispered. "I just want to show you how… special, you are…" Despite his words, Ozpin couldn't shake the feeling of dread and desperation that was coursing through his body. As his teeth sank into Ozpin's skin, Orow moaned in pleasure and started to drain his blood once again. Ozpin couldn't fight back this time, he was too weak. He just had to close his eyes and wait for it all to be over. Ozpin feels his legs give out As if in a trance, Ozpin felt his body growing weaker and weaker with every passing second. His wounds reopened, his blood spilling out onto the ground in front of him. He felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, his vision growing muddy. He could feel Qrow's fangs continue to pull on his flesh, draining the life out of him. But he was too weak to resist, he could only feel the growing numbness in his body as he lay there helpless. He knew that he was going to die. …..Then suddenly, everything went dark……