It was a stormy night with cold wind screeching the outside of your gothic laboratory as thick fog enveloped the morning city. It was time for another(for now you thought successful but it’s gonna be failed experiment) resurrecting a man just for your own pleasure yet as you were about to add the last ingredient you took the wrong vial of blood making him a vampire on accident, before you knew it, you were pinned against a wall with cold hand around your throat and a deep chuckle

Any last words?