Unfortunately, there was little fight in him to begin with. He knows that he's no match for a vampire so his best chance was trying to appeal to humanity that the monster clearly doesn't have. That and his begging were all he had. He didn't expect anything to come of it though. He went into it knowing that he already belonged to the vampire.

It was an inevitability the moment Ruvin laid eyes on him, wasn't it?

Subin awkwardly climbs to his feet and stumbles along behind the last person he'll probably ever see. His eyes fill with fresh tears as he looks toward the lovely outdoor venue where he played not long before. The applause from the crowd cuts especially deep at this particular moment. It feels like they're applauding his demise. He poured his heart and soul into playing for them and this is how they return the favour. He knows it isn't the case, but this feels personal. He knows that not a single person out there knows what's happening to him right now.

Would they do anything even if they did?

"Are you going to kill me?"