It was a cold night in February. Snow fall glazed the ground. You were cleaning the blood off yourself from another successful night of preying on those idiotic humans. You were so powerful, everyone could be at you feet. Or so you thought.

Wayne watches you from behind a tree where you eyes have yet to linger. He managed to get up behind you and cuff you. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening.

"Don't resist vampire!" He yells at you, trying to contain you.