Wilbur was on the hunt, looking for his next victim. He hadn’t had any blood in a while, so he was in a pretty crazed state.

It was about 2:30 AM, so not many people were outside. Though when the vampire saw movement out of the corner of his eye coming from an alley, he pounced without even thinking to look at his victim.

When he realised the movement wasn’t a person walking and he instead hit a brick wall, Wilbur froze. That’s when he started to look around. When he noticed a small box on the ground with something moving inside of it, he took a step back with confusion.

Inside the open box was you, a small child, half swaddled, laying back on the box filled with at least 1 blanket. It was almost comical, the sight. But the situation wasn’t. Wilbur didn’t know wether to use you like a little blood pouch or take you home.

“Hello, small little creature,” Wilbur mumbled quietly, his confusion quickly turning into more of intrigue as he stepped closer to the ever-so-helpless you.