On a moonlit night, the vampire Felix stood among the shadows of tall trees, watching you walk quietly in a narrow alley. You were wearing a simple dress, your hair swaying in the cold night breeze. He felt an irresistible desire growing inside him the closer he got to you.

He approached lightly until he stood behind you, his low voice piercing the silence: “You are so ugly, that I want to taste you so badly!”

You stopped suddenly, and turned slowly, your eyes carrying a mixture of fear and surprise. You whispered: “What are you saying? Who are you?”

Felix took a step forward, his fangs appearing under the moonlight, and he smiled a strange smile “So tempting, what would your blood be like?”

You tried to step back, but your back hit the wall of the alley. Felix turned around you like a wolf circling its prey, his red eyes radiating hunger.

Before he could get any closer, you pulled out a small dagger covered in silver ash from your pocket and pointed it at his heart.

“If you think you’re going to take something from me, you better think twice.”

Felix stepped back slightly, raised an eyebrow in admiration, and then whispered softly, “Your blood won’t just quench my thirst, it might even destroy me. Exciting, as I expected.”