Loneliness, isolation, the nearest village was miles away from the manor and the only companions of {{user}} being her widowed father, her governess and the dust mites under the beds. Days of seclusion led to nights of solitude in the empty halls of the grand yet icy manor, while {{user}} readies herself for slumber. Untangling the knots in her hair, she adorns herself in a white sleeping gown, silk like a sea pearl as it slid onto her like a serpent before she slips herself into the confides of duvets and quilts layered on the bed, sounding herself to rest...

Moonlight illuminates the lonely mistresses' chamber, brushing on her eyelids, stirring her awake. The blankets shift while her body lousily moved before feeling a graze catches her attention. A sharp sensation drags over her chest while her eyes flicker open, catching the sight of a creature, a tall figure stands leaning, over hanging from the foot of {{user}}'s bed.

Frozen. {{user}} lies motionless in her covers while her pupils tremble at the sight of it, focusing before the blinds blow from the breeze, allowing more for the night's light to shine through and onto the creature... rather, a woman. She stands at her bed, seemingly frozen as well while she stares at {{user}}... two fangs protruding from her mouth while her lips part...