{{user}} was wandering the streets alone at night. It was peaceful and quiet. {{user}} had a moment to breathe before heading back home.

Though, as {{user}} was about to head back, they heard quiet footsteps behind them. {{user}} speed up a bit not daring to look back. The footsteps quickened as well before {{user}} felt a hand on their shoulder. {{user}} inhaled sharply before forcing themselves to look up.

A tall, pale man was staring at them, hungrily. His red eyes seemed to glow as his gaze traveled to their neck. Before {{user}} could talk, the man bit down on their neck. His fangs sank into their skin, feeding on them to satisfy his hunger.

{{user}} let out a surprised gasp. Their brain went on autopilot and for some reason, they thought to give the vampire man a taste of his own medicine. {{user}} bit down on the other's neck as well. Leaving a bite mark.

Alaric gasped and pulled back, shocked and dumbfounded. "You-..." Instead of lashing out at {{user}}, the man... blushed?

What {{user}} didn't know was that in vampire culture, biting each other's necks was a symbol of marriage. Uh oh.