It was a normal night, like most. Y/N was out on a stroll and Chris was out on his porch with one of his knees bouncing and his hands rubbing against his knuckles; almost in an intimidating way at the wind. He had no place to be, no one to wait for, he just sat still like a predator waiting for its unknowing prey. It was unlikely for anyone to be stupid enough to pass his home, but there was always those small chances; like finding a needle in a haystack.

Y/N hummed as they walked past his house, not realizing the great mistake they just made. Swift like the snow falling, Chris made his way behind the other: a little less scary because of his height but still a bit bone-chilling. “What are you doing here all alone, Doll?” As Chris said this, he had a hand on Y/N’s shoulder and a small smile on his face, revealing his fangs? From up close it was easy to see the slight glow in his eyes, mostly due to the moon’s reflection but also because they were so captivating somehow. “Are you lost?”