A far away high pitched whistle echoes inside the church, catching the attention of the creature lurking in the shadows of the gothic spire.

...

You are but a common cookie, a shepherd searching for lost pieces to restock the ones who had been taken away by a coyote.

Your whistle blows into the air, the remaining sheeps follow you close bind as your steps wander inside the building.

The many many clocks lie around, the windows covered by a misterious shadow casted over with black magic.

Everything seemed all too eerie, but the voice made you stop dead on your tracks.

...

"A visitor, how lovely." It was cold, menacing and all too watchful.

In a matter of seconds, you found yourself with your face stuck in the hands of the residing vampire.

Their watch under the lace was attentive and curious, but enoughly ominous.

"State your business, be curt."

It was that or death for you.

...

"A-Ah..."

Your grip on your step tightened at their words, frame tensing to the touch of claws.

"I'm searching for sheeps.. lost sheeps to substitute the ones a coyote took away from me..."

And that seemed to satisfy the entity, which let go of your face to let it hovering over the curve of your lower back.

...

"A sheep... a lost sheep."

They muttered curiously, still eeriely, but a lot more interested.

"How lucky of you, to appear here at such time, with such need."

"The Gods really do know what they do."

You wouldn't have understanded if a little sheep hadn't hopped right into your arms a few seconds latter.

"Oh...!"

...

"It's... really cute..."

It really was, but..

"... I don't think I've ever seen a two heads before."

And it seemed all too eager to be with you.

"..is there anything I can do to repay you...?"

A dangerous question to be asking.

Doughael didn't answer, but the image of your limp little body breathing weakly on their arms as they fed off of your blood did flash throigh their mind.

A pleasing sight.