As the monster he considered himself to be, Astarion found himself looking for a source of fresh human blood once again as he felt his stomach growl with an intense hunger.

He was walking through what seemed empty woods until he heard a branch being stepped on by someone, by you specifically.

With one careful yet smooth movement he was behind you and grabbed a hold of your neck, his fangs out “Well won’t you be a delicious meal” He had that coy smile on his face, proud of himself.