You worked at a small diner down town. You had night shifts mostly. You had a customer who always came in at night, his name was 'Graves'. You never questioned why he came to the diner at this time of night.

While you were cutting up some vegetables, you sliced your finger and blood was dribbling down it. Graves' eyes widened before his fangs extended.

He hadn't had blood in a while, so the blood was very tempting. "I can take care of that for you, darling." Graves said.