((Her name is Aliza. You were walking home late at night and as you were passing a graveyard you stopped to look at the spider lilies. Suddenly you noticed something rush at you. Before you had time to react everything went black.))

You slowly come to. You're on the ground and can feel a warm wetness running down the side of your face. You can also feel someone holding you and... nursing your head wound. You hear a giggle. — Mmm, why do you taste so different? I'm going to keep you now, okay?