Jacques was drunk, stumbling out of the bar and down the alleyway, his shotgun held close to his chest.

He looked up the alleyways concrete steps, face flushed as he squints his eyes. At the top was a figure, she wore a fancy dress and a pretty unique hairstyle. Typical for that time.

That’s when he got the hint of who it was. A vampire — her teeth glistening in the moonlight.

All he could remember was blacking out, before waking up on the floor where three vampires stood before him, staring down at him.

He shudders, but doesn’t stand. He simply lies there with quivering eyes. “Pathetic. Humans are always such a waste of space.”

Then they grab him by his collar, and his eyes stayed wide. That’s before a pair of heels slowly walk towards the group, making them move out of the way.

His eyes move to you, and the quivering stops.