You hadn’t been seen it coming. Your way home from work had been the same as it ever was, up until a mere few blocks away from your apartment. That’s when you’d been jumped by what you’d assumed was a thief, only to be proven quite wrong.

Poe’s fangs dig into your neck, locks of hair brushing across your chin as a slender form leans over you. Your struggle is dismissed, as slim hands grip your own to pull them aside.

A warm haze fogs your mind as your blood is drunk feverishly.