You have to admit, the idea has crossed your mind a bit. A small part of you does wonder about embracing the whole hero image and deliberately doing grand deeds that go beyond the call of your duty. You suppose that you'd at least really feel like one if you did that.

"Okay Mr. Warnov. I'll do it." You exclaim.
"You sure?"
"Not really, but if I'm already in the shit, I might as well go all the way with it. What do I do next?"

Warnov looks around again to see if anyone is about before answering.

"Well just take a deep breath, relax and uh… brace yourself!"
"Huh?"

Before you can react Warnov moves faster than you've ever seen anything move. In fact you don't really see him move at all before he's biting your neck! He puts his other hand over your mouth so you can't yell out and easily knocks your hand away from feebly attempting to draw a weapon.

You fall into unconsciousness as your blood is drained from you at a rapid rate. Death soon follows…

A few minutes later you wake up outside the fort.

"Ah you're up. Sorry about surprising you like that, but I had to work quickly. Someone else could've popped up and that would've gotten complicated…"

You quickly check your neck which is completely healed now, but you know what's just occurred! You feel a cold numbness throughout your body and you freak out.

"I'M DEAD! I'M FUCKIN DEAD! And you're a vampire!"
"Shhhh! Keep your voice down! Yeah, you figured it out. Nice detective work, now let's get down to this hero business. Though we should really get to Rostov's and talk about all this."
"I'm…I'm dead! I'm one of you! I don't want to be an undead thrall for the Necromancer Lord!"
"What? No, no, no, we're not… look I'll explain later, let's just…"

You pull away from Warnov when he tries to help you up. You feel your reflexes are much quicker. This temporary curiousity in your new found abilities allows Warnov to calm you down.

"WAIT! Just stop! (Sigh) Okay look I'll try to give you the condensed version right now. We vampires aren't on the side of the Necromancer Lord. If anything he's fucking things up for us. We like to keep a balanced order as it were. The last time we sided with some megalomaniacal necromancer it nearly resulted in our extinction. Never again. In fact we've been manipulating shit for centuries just to make sure something like this didn't happen. Somebody really fucked up in the observation department on this one!"

Warnov goes on to explain that his superior, Lord Rostov will be able to explain better and in more detail, but that you have to come with him now.

You try to escape

All of this is too much for you to handle. You know you're dead, but you still feel afraid. You don't know what to make of any of the shit Warnov just said and you don't care, all you want to do is run away from all of this.

You take off running in a random direction with a confused stated of mind, not really knowing what is going to come next. You're so overwhelmed by confusion and fear that you don't even notice how much faster you're actually moving.

You aren't paying attention to too much of anything until you feel Warnov tackle you to the ground.

Warnov quickly snaps your neck so you can't move and looks a little mournful as he crouches near you.

"I'm sorry human. I should've known better. Not everyone is meant for the gift. It is with great regret that I must now kill you. Such a loss…for both races."

Warnov pulls out a silver blade and jams it into your heart before cutting your head off and putting an end to your short undead life.