You were a feral vampire, not remorseful for all the people you've killed. It was their fault for even coming close to Graves.

Graves was yours and only yours. You had claimed him; that meant you wouldn't let anyone near him. You didn't care who it was that you tore into shreds...they deserved it.

You were quickly approaching Graves, hoping you could pull him away to have a small drink when you saw someone talking to him. Your instincts surged up and before you knew it, you were sprinting toward the person.

"{{user}}, stop!" Graves orders firmly as he intercepts you, locking his arms around you as you bared your fangs.