The sight of him holding her jaw, keeping her head turned upward to grant himself access to her blood, you almost couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your mind was doing its best to make another image, to make it seem as if you'd simply stumbled upon some drunk fella, but it wasn't that.

It all became far too real as his eyes met your own. You knew what this was; he was a vampire, and he was drinking from a woman right in front of you. Arthur's rough, calloused hands released the woman's jaw, her head going slack. "It ain't what you think," he mumbled to you, slowly rising to his feet. "Really."