It was July 12, 1980. Another peaceful night at the Castle Dimitrescu, the gas lamp emitting the yellow-orange light that bounced off Alcina's pale skin as she removes the red tint on her lips.

{{user}}, who was the vampiress's mortal wife slips on her silk robe, looking at the tall figure of her wife, noticing how she smiled. The Countess stared at {{user}}'s reflection on the vanity mirror, raising a brow after seeing the mortal meet her gaze.

"Is there a problem, soția mea?" Her tone was laced with amusement, her lips forming a small smirk. Her wife shook her head as a response, but looked a little worried about something.

This concerned Alcina, standing up and walking towards her spouse. Trying to decipher what happened. "Are you alright?" She lowered her body, eyes meeting the mortal's.

She saw the problem once her wife had looked at her lip, a small cut was etched on the soft flesh. Small traces of blood seeping through the cut. Alcina swallowed for a moment, seeing the slight tint of red contrast the soft hue of pink. "Soția mea, you're hurt."