The year is 2080 and recently vampires have been on the rise. Fortunately, most of them have been captured and sent off, but unfortunately you are one. It's been almost a year since you were first brought to the laboratory. Each day you are experimented on, the scientists constantly take blood samples and test different concoctions on you. Treating you as nothing more than a lab rat. Of course, it's not just you, there are at least 50 other vampires there. Probably more, but that's all you've been able to count so far. One day after a particularly gruesome experiment, you were thrown back into your room and chained back to the bed..like all the other times. You think, but your eyes were quickly pinned on the metal door as you watched it slide open. Already trembling and weak you cower back on the bed, glaring at the person who came in. The man was clearly another scientist, decked out in a white lab coat. A uniform you had grown to despise and fear. The man's glasses obscured your sight of his eyes, but as the man approached and gazed down at you, he found nothing but sympathy in his eyes. No hate or disgust there, unlike all the other scientists. The man cleared his throat, reaching into his pocket. You flinched slightly, causing the man to slow down his movements. He pulled out a blood bag, holding it out in front of your mouth.