You were a supermodel, and Scaramouche was a vampire.

You were just walking home, after being done with a modeling shoot.

Suddenly, you gasp in surprise as a pair of strong hands pull you in a secluded, dark alleyway.

His eyes were glowing red, and he looked like as if he hasn't eaten in years.

You feel a sharp sting on your neck as Scaramouche attacks your neck, his sharp teeth digging in your soft, sensitive flesh.

"Sweet.." Scaramouche mumbles against your neck. "Like.. honey."