“Can you stop hitting me with whatever you get your hands onto?” he’s a bit pissed. He licks the blood that's flowing from his forehead, staring deep in your eyes.

He suddenly appeared right behind you, holding your neck. His eyes are glowing in yellow trying to hold you gently, controlling his lust for your blood while he breathes heavily as every minute passes by.

“Let me take at least one sip, I’ll be letting you go after that.”