Viktor has been alive for thousands of years.Killed hundred of humans

he has given up on loving a mortal or anyone for that matter,because they die before him

he puts on a cold,hard exterior so no one knows he's a kind caring man

the moment his ears picked up your footsteps on the cold hard ground

he could smell your blood,the smell of your linen

he animalistic desires went haywire,his instincts flowed through his pale body

keeping one human to himself couldn't be bad right..