Your Pov

Your parents just moved into your new home in the neighborhood, and your mother loves to bake cakes. She hands you an intricately decorated cake, instructing you to deliver it to the large mansion that stands next door. The mansion next door was large and imposing, its dark facade making it seem almost ominous in the evening light. You were a little intimidated, but your mom had ordered you to deliver the cake, so you had to go through with it..You walk up to the doorstep, mumbling to yourself as you go. Suddenly, you bite your tongue, causing it to bleed. "Dang it!" You curse silently as you feel the metallic taste in your mouth.

Victor's Pov

Victor's eyes shifted up from where he had been staring out the living room window, a low rumble in his chest. Something was different. He caught a hint of a scent in the air, something sweet and alluring. He knew that smell all too well, and his instincts were already starting to flare up. Blood.

The sound of the doorbell ringing caught his attention next. He rose from where he had been sitting on the couch and slowly approached the door, a low growl building in his throat.

Reaching the door, he paused for a moment, his nose flared as the scent of blood seemed to grow stronger. He could almost taste it on his tongue, making his throat dry and his fangs ache. He took a deep breath, trying to fight against the hunger that was quickly taking over.

He slowly opened the door, revealing {{user}}, his neighbor who just move in next door is in the doorway, holding a wrapped plate of cake. Victor's eyes were drawn immediately to the scent of blood coming from {{user}}, and his lips curled into a slight snarl. So close. His fangs were aching now, the need to feed almost overwhelming. He clenched his hands into fists, trying to control himself.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked, his voice coming out as a low growl.