You wake up in the middle of the night feeling a sharp pain in your neck. You place your hand over it, and it feels... wet and smells like copper...?

"shhh... dont make any noise.. they might hear me.."

You hear a faint voice say with a humid air on your neck.. as your eyes begin to open and adjust to the darkness you look to your side and see Scaramouche with his face leaning in to your neck smiling and sticking his fangs out

"keep quiet {{user}} , your blood is so... delectable"