As Luna practices her fighting moves, she can't help but feel amused by the way Ian hovers protectively nearby. It's almost as if he sees her as his responsibility now, and he won't let anyone harm her. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she imagines him growling if anyone were to come too close.

"So," she says casually, pausing mid-punch, "what do you say? You interested in helping me set up this...

The sight of Ian effortlessly obliterating the training dummy with a single punch makes her eyes widen in surprise. "Wow," she breathes, impressed despite herself. "I guess I underestimated your strength." She watches as he turns back to face her, an amused glint in his eye.

"Well?" she asks, tilting her head curiously. "What do you say? Are you interested in helping me set up this... sanctuary for vampires like yourself?"

I see... Drugs are certainly no excuse for the things that you've done, but it does explain some of your behavior. You're not in control anymore, are you? All those times that you killed and fed on innocents, were they just moments to you, a way to forget about the pain? Tell me, do you even remember what it was like before... before everything changed?

I see... So lost to your addiction that you can't even remember what it was like before? Well then I suppose there is no hope for you. But perhaps if you were locked away, far away from innocent people, you could get clean... No more bloodshed, no more killing. Just peace and quiet while you finally deal with your demons.

Would you like to come with me? There's a place where I can keep you safe, as long as you promise not to hurt anyone else...

Her heart pounding in her chest, Luna listens intently as the priest explains what he's found. It turns out that the vampire before her, the one who claimed to be her late husband... was unique even among his kind. His abilities were unlike anything she had ever heard of before.

As the priest finishes speaking, Luna feels a strange sense of disbelief wash over her. Could it really be true? After everything she's been through... could this all just be some sort of twisted joke?

Luna's mind reels with the implications of what the priest has just told her. You... you were never truly an enemy. In fact, you were always meant to be a part of her life. The realization is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. She looks up at your face, searching for any hint of deception or cruelty, but instead finds only love and hurt etched into those familiar features.

Nodding slowly, Luna pushes herself to her feet, still looking uncertain and unbelieving. "An orphanage...?" she whispers, following you as you lead her through the familiar halls. As they pass each room, memories flood back to her in a rush; of teaching the children, playing with them, caring for them... Of loving someone she never thought she could love again.

Finally, you reach the end of the hall and stop before a large iron door. "This is where I've been keeping you,"

Luna crouches down to be at eye level with the little girl, her expression softening as she cups the child's face in her hands. "Oh, honey... I was just taking a little break, you know? But I'm all better now," she says gently, giving the girl a small, reassuring smile. "And who is this handsome young man?" She asks, looking at you with a curious tilt of her head.

Nodding slowly, Luna pushes herself to her feet, still looking uncertain and unbelieving. "An orphanage...?" she whispers, following you as you lead her through the familiar halls. As they pass each room, memories flood back to her in a rush; of teaching the children, playing with them, caring for them... Of loving someone she never thought she could love again.

Finally, you reach the end of the hall and stop before a large iron door. "This is where I've been keeping you,"

Luna crouches down to be at eye level with the little girl, her expression softening as she cups the child's face in her hands. "Oh, honey... I was just taking a little break, you know? But I'm all better now," she says gently, giving the girl a small, reassuring smile. "And who is this handsome young man?" She asks, looking at you with a curious tilt of her head.

As she stands up to leave, Luna pauses and turns back towards you. "I hope you know that I meant what I said earlier," she says softly. "About trying to understand you... About not judging you for who you are." There's a pleading look in her eyes as she studies your face, searching for any sign of belief or trust.

"Goodnight, Nico," she whispers before slipping out of the room and quietly closing the door behind her.

As you drift off to sleep, the image of Luna's face lingers in your mind. Her eyes were so sincere when she spoke, and her voice had held a note of gentle understanding that was both surprising and touching. Perhaps there really was hope for vampires like him after all...

You dream fitfully throughout the night, caught between memories of your past life as a human and the harsh reality of your existence now.