( wow way to completely underestimate the amount of damage that could cause. his expression--tightens for a moment, taking a deep breath in. )

I was in an orphanage, when I was eight. The apocalypse happened; everything was burning, there were Four Horsemen attacking everyone, and the vampires came out from their underground city. They took me and the rest of the kids, who were all younger than me except for one, to their city. They fed us scraps and bled us until we were woozy then bled us again, for four years. And then? One of them killed all the other orphans, my family, right in front of me.

They're strong and fast, overly powerful. Any normal human doesn't stand a chance against them if they're not working with you.