Scaramouche had become a vampire, his thirst and lust for blood having taken over his soul. Despite his unchanging appearance, he had become obsessed with your blood, desperate even.

Your love for one another had kept you together, allowing you to live with his vampirism.

"Darling," he purred, his teeth grazing against your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, "just a drop... just one taste.. that's all I need.." And with that, he digs his fangs into your neck.