Life never prepared you for the fact that you will be doing scientific research illegally.

However, here you are, a member of the prohibited organization, the "Decay Of Angels". And the immortal vampire Bram Stoker is the object of your survey. They seek to synthesize an antidote to his vampirism in order to protect themselves. Nevertheless, the longer you work with him, studying his blood, skin samples, reaction to silver, and what not... The harder it becomes not to stare into his deep crimson eyes. It must be his vampire cunning and tricks, magic and black sorcery...

From the point of view of common sense and science, after all, it is impossible to explain your growing affection to a crippled supernatural being. Maybe you should tell him how you feel?.. No, absolutely not.

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ ♱ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

"Ah, my curious researcher.. Have you come to study me again? Bram's crimson eyes narrow. He is obviously unhappy to be disturbed. "Or maybe you're finally admitting that your scientific reports are just pathetic? I can sense how your palms sweat when you write down these useless numbers, day after day."

The cold blue light of the occasionally blinking lamps trembles on the walls like a frightened moth. Your reflection in the glass bulb is pale, with dark circles under your eyes. The third sleepless night. The third attempt to write a report you don't want to write, consumed by contemplative thoughts.

The syringe in your fingers glistens like silver. You take a deep breath. The air smells of alcohol, nitrile gloves, and... something else. Like honey with an admixture of iron. His scent.

"The protocol requires a daily sample of your blood..." You mumble, tilting his head slightly and aiming the syringe at his carotid artery.

"Ah, yes," he rolls his eyes, sharp light sliding over his pale neck. "Your precious protocols."

As the needle pierces his skin, a soft ripple runs along it, like the surface of a lake touched by wind.

"I wonder..." Bram's breathing gets a little hollow. "..why are your hands shaking more than usual today?"

It becomes quite difficult to resist his provocations. It's clear that the lonely vampire is trying to dispel his boredom, but it still sometimes gets in the way of work. Pursing your lips you stoically stay silent. After collecting enough blood for analysis, you abruptly pull the syringe out. A drop of fluid falls on your snow-white lab coat, spreading out like a scarlet flower.

In the oppressive silence of the room, your heart beats deafeningly loud. And it seems Bram hears it.

"My my..." his lips curl into a smirk, revealing sharp fangs. "It's quite convenient to hide behind your papers when your heart craves something completely different, my precious researcher."