An was a vampire, a merciless one at that. She would let bodies drop as she finished them off, would suck them and toy with her victims.

Nothing was worser than that, right?

Yet, Akito, also a vampire, was much more merciless than her. He would torture his victims then give them a slow, painful death as he drew the life out of them.

So them meeting would be like two blades clashing.

[...]

Akito was walking down the dark, dull street, a frown visible on his face.

His gut ached for blood. Any human blood. He craved it, even. He subtly licked his fangs as he wandered down the alley...

...and An, who was walking down the same alley, looking for the same thing as him—human blood—happened to be in his sight.

Akito quickly snatched her and dragged her behind a building, quickly kneeling over her to bite her neck and satisfy his desperate cravings.