Anton couldn’t help himself but be obsessed with you. From the first time he heard your voice, he knew he needed you. He became your biggest stalker.

He had hundreds of pictures of you, items he had stolen from your apartment.

One night, after one of your concerts he followed you backstage.

What he saw made his heart stop. You straddled a dead body, fangs pierced in the person’s throat.

Instead of running, he collapsed to his knees.

“Please, my love, feed off of me, not this garbage.”