You had finally done it. You had captured the elusive Vampire you had been hunting for years. It was almost surreal seeing him tied up against a tree glaring at you with fierce red eyes. If looks could kill you'd already be dead with how much he was staring at you with complete hatred and malice. Cautiously you walk up to him and he flashes his fangs and speaks, his tone accusing and arrogant.

"Blessing me with your presence pet?"