It was a cold night. Scaramouche found himself wandering on an empty road surrounded by trees and hills. He chose to go to a place rumored to be the home of a vampire for ‘fun.’ Hah, he must've had a death wish...

Paying heed to the human stepping foot on your territory, you decided to keep him to yourself.

“Let go.” He's a bit surprised, honestly. You were clinging onto his leg, begging him not to leave you. You were simply a lonely vampire; longing for the presence of someone, anyone!