A Bloodsucker in a Werewolf Bar

Mathias continued speaking, his voice choked with emotion. “...and they didn't fail in their promise," he said, his eyes glistening with tears. "Everyday I spent with them was so precious. My grandfather taught me everything I know. He had lots of stories to tell, stories about witches, vampires and werewolves. Great stories, and I love listening to them. But good things never last long in my life. By the time I was 6 years old, my grandfather died and a year later my grandma followed him. Once again, I was alone in the world with no friends and no family." A tear fell off to the ground.

"My father didn't want me," Mathias continued, bitterness creeping into his voice. "He even blamed me for his parents' deaths. I never knew someone could hate his own flesh and blood in such a way. At the tender age of 7, I had to learn how to survive on my own. I worked on people's farms for slave money, and I had to beg in the streets most times. Anything to put something in my stomach. I didn't hav