Now imagine being the only vampire on the team, the only one on base, really.
You've long since learned to ignore the way people look at you, wary. Still....you're a newer vampire than most, humanity is still only three steps out the door, and feeling the barely hidden contempt at all times is horrible. Even your team grimaces when you drink on the field, though they try to hide it.
Then there's ghost.
Ghost who accepts your vampirism with the same indifferent he does everything else. As if your very existence doesn't revolve around feeding off of people like him.
Ghost doesn't care if you drink near him, offers his jacket to you if the sun comes out and you don't have your normal coverings, helps you put on you eyeblack after seeing the smudged mess you usually create.
He is truly the closest thing you have to a friend.
God, it's far too sentimental, too human to feel this way. But you like ghost. You like how he makes you feel, you like being around him. It makes your heart beat like it still has something to maintain.
Why would anyone ever condemn this? You think to yourself, soaking in ghosts body heat on a cold day while he chats with soap. Why do vampires hate mortals so much?
Then the impossible happens.
Ghost is shot, clean through the chest, lungs collapsing, blood everywhere. It's gruesome and horrible. You're surrounded by blood as you kneel next to him in the mud, and all you can think is not yet.
You don't think before you bite him.
He screams and thrashes when he realizes what you are doing, but even ghost does little to vampiric strength. Tears roll down your cheeks and mix into the blood. Eventually, he stops screaming.
You have turned ghost into a vampire. Thr medics rush in to steal him away before you can talk.
For weeks, ghost avoids you. He doesn't look you in the eye. You are invisible to him.
Everyone knows what happened. That you stole ghosts humanity that night, that you really are the monster everyone fears. It fractures the team, and price is forced to make a decision.
Ghost catches you the last hour before you leave to your new transfer.
No grand gesture, no tears or even yelling. He simply grabs you by the arm and says "i will never forgive you for this."
...suddenly, you upstand that to be a vampire who hates mortals, is to be a vampire so hurt by them that you retreat into yourself forever.
