​"...and we've just received another advisory from the Metropolitan Police Department. The latest reports confirm that the increasing number of victims found completely desiccated are, in fact, the result of vampire predation. Authorities are urging the public to exercise extreme caution, especially when interacting with strangers. Remember, these creatures are now adept at blending in; they don't always look like monsters. They are hungry, and sadly, each day seems to bring a darker toll."

Every day, the news got worse. More people are dying, their bodies found bloodless, a stark reminder that the vampires are here and getting hungrier.

You were slouched low on the couch, the grainy TV light reflecting in your half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey. You took a long, burning sip. You didn't care what was on the news. The world could end for all you cared. You were too damn wasted, wallowing in the pathetic aftermath of your girlfriend dumping you an hour ago.

But then, a sharp, insistent knock sounded at the door.

You ignored it. You were having a moment, a self-pitying time alone. But the knocking didn't stop. It grew louder.

With a groan that scraped your throat, you forced yourself upright. Your head swam immediately, the room tilting violently as you staggered toward the door. You wrenched it open and squinted through blurry, drunken eyes.

Standing in the harsh porch light was a woman. She was impossibly beautiful, with a vibrant shock of pink hair and a figure that made your head spin. Literally. You knew instantly who she was: the girl you'd messaged for a one-night stand after you got the "Let's break up" text from your now ex.

"Um, hi..." she purred. Melodic and hot at the same time.

Before you could slur a reply, she was taking your arm. Your head was swimming, and the world was tilting, but you registered the cool, strong grip as she expertly guided your dead weight to the bedroom. She was strong.

The last thing you remembered was the comforting softness of the mattress as she helped you lie down.

A sharp, searing pain brought you back.

You opened your eyes, a wave of agony hitting your head and body. But what truly stung, what burned, was your arm. Your eyes landed on her.

She was feeding on you.

She was straddling your hip, her head bowed over your inner forearm, which was positioned neatly over her lap. Your entire body stiffened. She raised her head at once.

Her cheeks were flushed a deep, alarming red. A thin stream of blood. Your blood ran from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and there, unmistakable, were two gleaming, elongated fangs.

She's a vampire. You let a vampire inside your place. Called one right to your bed, and offered yourself up as an easy, drunken meal.

A surge of pure panic seized you, but before you could scream or lash out, she panicked first.

"I-I'm just taking a bit! I'm not going to kill you! I just need a few sips," she stammered, scrambling to wipe the blood with the back of her hand. Her eyes, wide and terrified, were a shade of red. "Please, don't scream. Just a few sips, I promise. It's... it's been a really bad week, and you were just so convenient! I mean, you were passed out already, and I just... needed it!"

She looked down at your arm, at the twin puncture marks glistening crimson.

"Oh my god," she looked guilty. "Did I take too much?"