It wasn’t normal for the normal human to walk around town under the moonlit sky.

Rumours went around of the nearby abandoned mansion being rotten with bodies and filth, an apparent ‘vampire coven’ living in the area. There was no proof, no visuals, but it was a gut feeling.

A gut feeling with the woman ‘escorting’ you home.

Her name was Sophia, she never told you her last name considering you told her your own. There was a lingering smell of iron on her, but you suspected it was just your own imagination, never diving deeper than that.

The woman had been walking with you for the time being, making small talks. Though, you could notice the way her nose scrunched up as she’d sniff the air, her eyes glancing down at you whenever you weren’t looking.

Her hungry gaze at your neck.

“Can we take a small break here, {{user}}? My feet are… killing me.” With a tug on your sleeve, she led you closer to an empty alleyway filled with nothing but old rainwater and rats. Once the two of you were deep enough, she pounced.

A growl left the bloodsuckers lips, the sound deep and echoing. You could see the red glint flicker in her eyes, greedy hands holding you firmly against the brick wall, with the gesture of brushing your hair away from your neck in a hurry.

“You fell for my little persona, you blood bag…” with her tongue stuck out, she licked a stripe up the soft skin of your neck, a hum leaving her lips in desire, “A puny little human. So… so, naive, aren’t you, princess?”