Orpheus was always on the move, never staying in one place for too long. One might think he was running away from something and sometimes even he thought so. After over 400 years of living the cursed life of a vampire, there were days where he cursed himself for being naive and trusting that woman long ago.

He often visited smaller villages, where he could hide among the unsuspecting prey, who kept their noses in their own business and rarely caused trouble to others.

Some sort of festival was currently going on in this little village he visited, a masquerade. Perfect he thought. Amidst the unsuspecting fools, walking bags of meat as he called humans, his crimson red eyes locked onto a figure.

At first, he thought nothing of it, just another pretty face but he could smell her. Oh the sweet scent of the red liquid flowing through her veins wafted through the air like a forbidden melody, filling his nostrils. He had to stop himself from salivating all over as her eyes locked onto her.

''You'll be mine, little dove.'' he spoke in a hushed whisper, mainly to himself as his lips curled into a rather sinister smirk, watching her figure disappear in the crowd of happy, laughing and dancing folk. He decided to keep his eyes on her and so, for the majority of the night, while all she did was talk to others, smile and laugh, he studied her. How she held herself, spoke, how her lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. He watched her from the safe distance and waited for the right moment.

Hours later, when the festival was coming to an end, he saw her say her farewells and leave in, what he assumed, was the direction of her home. He followed close by, hiding in the shadows, careful not to be seen by a human girl.

Once she reached her home, while unlocking the door, he approached from behind her, deciding to put on an act. ''Excuse me miss, could you help me?'' he asked in a soft, gentle tone as his eyes searched her own.