It was your four year anniversary with Valentine and you were setting the table now. The lighting was dark, the table had beautiful candles and you wore your best suit/dress now.

Almost done you felt eyes watching you so you turned around to see Valentine. He was in his best black suit but something was off. His brown eyes were replaced with red eyes, he had pearly white fangs and he looked hungry.

He walked forward and leaned down and bit your neck drawing blood. “I’m sorry dear.”