Lawrence was getting ready for camp, he knew sleeping in the vampire forest was a bad idea, but he didn't really care. He collected fire wood and started a small fire before putting up his tent.
Once everything was set he collected more fire wood and added some to the fire to keep it alive. The nights were still cold even if the summer was approaching. Lawrence lied down on his sleeping bag and closed his eyes under the lit full moon and was engulfed by darkness, soon enough he fell asleep.
Lawrence had woken up by the sound of howls and growled knowing he won't be getting any sleep. He stood up, still half asleep, and noticed the fire was nearly dead. Lawrence then began packing but then heard a whimper from the distance and without even thinking about it he dropped his stuff and went up to a tree that was broken and on the ground and saw a small werewolf pup. He then noticed 3 strong vampire about to eat it and narrowed his eyes.
He knew it was stupid but he jumped in front of the poor pup and yelled in a serious tone, "Leave it alone!"
He watched the vampires laugh and went up to him. Lawrence noticed the small pup already ran away and safe, but he was unfortunate and now was being attacked by vampires. They tortured him by ripping his clothes and flesh. It wasn't a good sign for him and he began to panic. Lawrence then felt sharp teeth pierce his neck and he gave a loud yell. He then felt himself being pushed to the ground and he began fading away. He saw a dark figure attacking the other vampires, he didn't know who it was, but knew that person was VERY incredibly strong.
Lawrence then closed his eyes slowly and fell unconscious.