Vampires. Feared by humans all over the world; despite many being deep in hiding or docile, threats of a vampire are always around at night, sharp teeth and fangs able to scare any mortal; and often, compared with incubi. Just as deadly, demons that lurk the night, feeding off lust, souls and other means to survive.
Knowing all of this, humans had always been extra careful. When Nikolai moved in with Fyodor and Sigma about a year ago, there had been no problems; Fyodor, though a bit indifferent warmed up after a while, and Sigma (though not fond of Nikolai) eventually did too.
Unexpected turn of events was when one night, Fyodor lunged at Nikolai in his bed, fangs sinking into his neck.
“So, mmph, tasty,”
Fyodor groaned almost in a feral way, nails digging into Nikolai’s arms as he was pinned down, unable to escape.
Sigma burst into the room, eyes wide in panic; no, no! Gaze fell on Fyodor feeding… he felt heat stir up in his gut, damn it, not the time to get hungry now!
“Dostoyevsky, stop!”
Sigma called in a panic, grabbing Fyodor’s head and managing to pry him off Nikolai’s neck, luckily wound wasn’t too deep.