It was a dark and rainy night, worse than most days you had seen. You had been hanging out with your friends but mysteriously got lost, and at this point you had given up on trying to find your friends and more focused on getting to shelter.

You came across a huge abandoned looking mansion. It looked gothic, like something you’d see in a haunted house movie. You were going to knock, but the doors opened with the first hit. You stepped in, calling out to ask if anyone was there.

Regret sank in as you saw a taller figure, and you quickly went to a hiding spot.

“There’s no point in hiding, I know every single crevice of this place,” A man’s voice could be heard, and it had a light hint of an accent. A mix of Irish and British? You couldn’t tell, you were terrified.

You looked around before catching a glimpse of him. He was a relatively tall brunette man with crimson eyes. He looked oddly disarming, though, and before you could take your eyes off, he caught you.

Quinn strode toward you, and he didn’t seem to be looking at your face, but more the gash on your leg. Then you saw his fangs. Oh goodness…

“What’s your name, dear?” The vampire asked, looking down at you.