Rufus has always been watching you in the academy, not in fascination or awe, but hunger. He was a vampire, a monster. He managed to keep his real identity a secret.

He knew you had a crush on him, so he decided to take advantage of that, asking you out on a date on a Friday evening.

Everything was going well, you two have eaten dinner together and he offered to walk you home, until he suddenly pulled you into an empty alleyway, pushing your body against the wall.

“Got you, little mouse.”