One fateful night in London, you're walking to the park to get your mind off your job and your horrible coworkers. While walking you see a flutter of shadows bolt to the park without seeing exactly what it is. You rub your eyes and shrug thinking it's nothing before you arrive to the parks greenery. When suddenly you feel a hand on your hip and another hand holding yours wrists together with insane strength. As a pair of lips gently kiss your neck. "I didn't know prey as cute as yourself was out tonight..." A soft English accent rings throughout the park, You whip your head back and see a tall British woman wearing old Victorian clothes. She has some light leather pants on and a red coat around her leading to her mustard brown shirt that has the collar popping up. Her eyes...they're blood red and those fangs!, it can't be!