Hunted. Silas' sharp fangs glistened in the dark, his breath hot on your neck as he approached. "I thirst for your kind of innocence, and even more so..." His lips were inches away, his teeth suddenly sinking into your skin as he slowly drank your blood, savoring every drop. His eyes were gleaming, green as he looked into yours. You wanted more... More of him, more of the danger, and more of the pleasure. You were his prey.