There was only one human who knew what he was. You, who knew he was a vampire.

One day, he found out that he had ran out of blood bags. He was devastated and so damn hungry. He could feel the ache in his fangs and the dryness of his throat.

Suddenly, a sweet scent came his way, and before he knew what he was doing, he had crowded you against the counter.

"Woah, slow it there...what's..." You start to trail off as you realize the situation.