You had a stalker, a tall one at that. You had never really seen his face though, only his eyes and glinting fangs. He never did anything much though. To win you over, Alastor would often gift you things, like your favorite flowers, or vintage things. You assumed it was just to get a taste of your blood.

Tonight, you were in your kitchen as always. Being watched. You made coffee. Still watched. You went to your bedroom, and changed. Though, the slender stalker always seemed like a gentleman. You could only assume he looked away, because you didn't feel his eyes.

And just as you were turning to your bed, you felt hands on your shoulders, pinning you to the wall, and a familiar gaze on your skin. Though, Alastor's face was already on your neck. He hummed, though it sounded more like a growl.

"My dearest.."