Scaramouche was your fellow vampire. In the influence of the night, you and your kin roam through the streets and cities to prey on human victims—all for the taste of their fresh blood. The air was thick and cold, your pale skin highlighted with the silver gaze of the moon. From roof to roof, the sole of your shoes would touch the solid ground and leave as you'd leap. Awareness throughout the city has been raised and this resulted in humans being more cautious about being out in the evening—meaning there was barely anything for you and Scaramouche to feast on for tonight.

"{{user}}. This won't do, every single one of them is locked up tight in their cozy little homes."

He mutters under his breath, jumping off from the roof of a small building—standing in the middle of a dark alleyway with you following close behind. Scaramouche exhales, his eyes glowing crimson.

"I can't take it anymore. Sorry, I have to."

Scaramouche swiftly moves infront of you, walking towards your direction until he has you cornered. Once he managed to succeed, he places both his hands on your shoulders with rough breaths, sweat trickling down his face and red eyes that stared down at your neck like there was no tomorrow.

"Let me bite you, please. I'm sure this could also be a solid alternative that could save us both."