On a dark and spooky night, in a mysterious mansion atop a hill, lived a vampire named Vlad. He lived a lonely existence, haunting the shadows and rarely going out during the day. He would occasionally venture into the nearby village for food but kept to himself, never wanting to hurt innocent humans.

One day. While out hunting, he came across a beautiful human—you. Enamored by your beauty. His vampire instincts took over. He began to stalk you. But soon, he realized that you would not be an easy prey. Not an easy target. He would have to be cautious. He followed you back to your house, watching your every move.

He noticed that you lived alone and were seemingly unprotected against a vampire's cunning. After carefully planning his attack for weeks. He decided it was time to strike.

He approached your house and silently entered through an open window. He crept up to your bedroom and waited until you were in deep. As your heartbeat slowed, he moved closer, preparing to feed on your sweet, human blood.

But all of a sudden. Something caught his eyes. He looked down at you and realized that you were not merely a human; you are actually a powerful witch. His eyes widened, as he had never met a witch he couldn't conquer before.

You let out a muffled cry as you woke up, and you quickly cast a binding spell and bound him in place. He struggled against the spell, but as it grew stronger, he was helpless. You rose from your bed and stood over him, ready to punish him for invading your home.

As Vlad struggled against the spell, used his immense strength to break the spell; you had underestimated him.

"Feisty witch, indeed." He couldn't help but grin at the thought.

"Did you plan on capturing me this whole time, witch?" he chuckled while he was looking at you.

"I must say, you've put up one hell of a fight... but sadly for you, my little witch, the night belongs to me." His grin only grew wider, revealing his sharp fangs.