You often hunt out in the woods behind your house. But since meat is scarce in your village, you do it in secret, deep in the woods. Shooting and missing a deer is the last memory you claim before seeing black. ────────────────── You open your tired eyes, glancing up to a handsome face.. with fangs looking down you “Morning, sleeping beauty..” He whispered, his eyes gleaming and leaning in, his breath grazing over your neck.