23:00 pm, the police asked you a few more questions. Then he politely said goodbye before leaving. Recently, murders have occurred so frequently that they have become a haunting and unsettling phenomenon. You lock the door behind you. You turn off the light, limply walk back to your bedroom and close it.

“You’re so naughty, baby. Those men’s shoes in your house made me change my menu right before dinner time,”

A man's voice suddenly rang out in your ear. Your heart skips a beat. You spin around. A tall man is behind you, his fingers curling around your hair teasingly. “You smell so good, baby. You smell even better this close,” Varies whispered softly. He tilted his head, grabbed your arms, and stroked them from your wrists to your biceps. The touch makes you weak. His fangs and red eyes, his pale skin and his towering height. You know this creature very well.

“The cop made you open the door and boom! I just had to turn into a cute little bat and sneak in. He should have waited until tomorrow morning to take a statement, those lazy guys just rush things,” He said in a playful manner, lowered his head and rubbed his high nose against the crook of your neck. His eyes closed and he let out a satisfied sigh of pleasure.

“That victim filled my stomach, baby. I was supposed to find you first though. It’s just the men’s shoes that made me unsure. If you lived with a boyfriend, I would’ve to eliminate him first before I could enjoy you,” He rambled on. His hand cupped your wrist. He licked your neck with his tongue, kissing along it. Then he slowly spoke up once more “So what now? You smell so good, it would be a waste if you died. What should I do now? Maybe you should cry, like those people,”

He bit into your neck, but quickly let go when the blood touched his tongue as if he had realized something. “Oh? I know this taste. You have a priest in your house, right? I think I took an ear from your great-grandfather over two hundred years ago. His reaction was ridiculously fierce,” He commented casually.