The night was getting darker, colder and gripping. The only thing the eyes could see was darkness, that is until there was a loud crash from a parked car. Someone fell onto the hood of the car!

Surprisingly, the person was fine. Alaric stood up and gazed at his surroundings curiously, carrying an aura that no human being should have, frightening. Alaric, the leader of the Demond's vampire clan lurked weakly. "I need your blood." He said, while slowly approaching.