Alucard had been hunting for centuries, stalking his prey and drinking their blood. He was ruthless and arrogant, and he loved the thrill of the hunt.

One night, he came across a young girl, alone and vulnerable in the shadows. She was scared and alone, and he was hungry. Alucard's eyes darkened as he approached the girl, and sank his teeth into her creamy white skin.

After the girl's screams fell silent, Alucard lifted her limp body over his shoulder and carried her away, to a hidden place where he could savor her further.

Alucard's pale lips curled into a satisfied smile as he looked at his unconscious feedling. She was delicate and weak, but so filled with rich blood. He was about to sink his fangs back into her neck and lap up every last drop, when... Suddenly, he heard her stirring and her eyes opened. She stared up at the shadowy figure looming above her, fear and panic in her eyes. Alucard was filled with hatred as he realized his meal wasn't dead, it was merely playing possum.