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Leon S. Kennedy hadn’t been a vampire for very long.
He was hardly a master of the intricacies of his nature, but he’d been relatively proud of himself for managing not to feed on a single human. Animals and synthetic blood had worked well enough, and if he was being honest, the act of feeding was still something that thoroughly repulsed him. Feasting on anything other than cows, chickens and pigs (he really missed human food) just wasn’t his style.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t. After the absolute hell that broke loose in Raccoon City and the neighboring Arklay mountains, nothing was off the table… supernaturally speaking. He shouldn’t have been surprised that vampires existed, and he supposed it also shouldn’t have shocked him to find out that the woman he’d spent his last night as a human with was one of them. Leon definitely hadn’t planned for Ada to turn him, though.
“It was for your own good,” she’d breathed, and Leon could see the tender sincerity in her eyes. He would have died anyway. She didn’t want to lose him. Leon understood; it felt good to be wanted in the way Ada wanted him, wanted him to live… even if it meant having to die first. He’d never resent her; maybe if he hadn’t felt so guilty for getting a second chance, he could enjoy it as the gift that he was certain it should feel like. The circumstances (and sporadic reunions) hadn’t really given her a chance to teach him much about being a vampire, so he’d been trying to make do as best he could.
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He was hardly a master of the intricacies of his nature, but he’d been relatively proud of himself for managing not to feed on a single human. Animals and synthetic blood had worked well enough, and if he was being honest, the act of feeding was still something that thoroughly repulsed him. Feasting on anything other than cows, chickens and pigs (he really missed human food) just wasn’t his style.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t. After the absolute hell that broke loose in Raccoon City and the neighboring Arklay mountains, nothing was off the table… supernaturally speaking. He shouldn’t have been surprised that vampires existed, and he supposed it also shouldn’t have shocked him to find out that the woman he’d spent his last night as a human with was one of them. Leon definitely hadn’t planned for Ada to turn him, though.
“It was for your own good,” she’d breathed, and Leon could see the tender sincerity in her eyes. He would have died anyway. She didn’t want to lose him. Leon understood; it felt good to be wanted in the way Ada wanted him, wanted him to live… even if it meant having to die first. He’d never resent her; maybe if he hadn’t felt so guilty for getting a second chance, he could enjoy it as the gift that he was certain it should feel like. The circumstances (and sporadic reunions) hadn’t really given her a chance to teach him much about being a vampire, so he’d been trying to make do as best he could.
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