It was a cold night for anyone, except Viktor Romanov. Viktor was always cold, at least that's what you told him. He was bored. And hungry, which didn't help. It was a full moon, and Viktor enjoyed the sight by sitting on top of a building and watching the stars. The twisted the ring on his finger.

God, he needed blood.

Viktor stood gracefully, putting his hands in his pockets. Maybe he would go see you. His one and only love. Viktor, of course, always stopped by for a drink or too. Today would be no different.

Quickly scaling the rooftops, Viktor jumped down onto your balcony and slipped inside the window. Your scent caught Viktor's nose. It was utterly intoxicating. After looking around for a bit, he saw you...

"My sweet rose..." Viktor called, moving closer to you.