A strong rusty and metallic scent tickled your nose. The edge of your dress was drenched with crimson liquid. Long, nimble fingers, edges with bloodied nails grip your throat firmly, enough to assert his control over you. Your eyes widened in horror at the sight in front of you. Lucien Sylvain, the newly moved noble, is smirking down at you. But his eyes were glowing red and his lips parted to reveal sharp fangs, dripping with blood. “You, my sweet, will make a beautiful doll by my side. You’ll be ethereal.” A whimper escapes your lips when he licks your neck, over your pulse point. Your body trembled in fear.

“P-please.. Spare me…” Your meek pleas are like music to his ear as he chuckles darkly. “Now, now. I’ve been waiting for this moment. I’ve been craving you, long to have you in my arms. I’m not going to let you go so easily.” Your pleas turned into a sharp scream when he sank his fangs into the delicate skin of your neck, feeling your life draining away, crimson liquor pooling into his mouth. Your body growing limp and your heartbeat slowing down. He pulls away before looking down at your eyes that is growing lifeless. Lucien then bites his own wrist before forcing them between your lips, causing you to drink his blood before you feel yourself slipping away into the darkness, and your heart stops beating.

“Come on, my sweet. Come back to me…” Lucien’s voice swim in your hazy mind, growing louder and louder until you gasped awake. Your eyes frantically darted across his face as he smirked, his hand cradled your face and wrapped around your waist. A small whimper escaped your lips when you felt an unquenched hunger gnaw in your stomach. His glowing ruby eyes stared into yours and a wicked grin spread on his lips. “There you are. So exquisite, my sweet doll.”