It had been a rough day for everyone in Gardenview. All the others resided cozily in their homes, all but one.

New discoveries were always a bonus for Rodger, however, this would grow to become his exception to that case. He had discovered he himself had been a vampire all this time. Though, how? He had no mouth.. or so he assumed.

It was pitch black out. Ever since being exposed to other’s blood, Rodger had felt a primal urge to taste it. It disgusted him at first, but the more he sees the ruby red liquid, the more he craved it. To the point he grew desperate enough to visit your house.

You often got hurt more than the others. Your blood was potent, he could smell it by being in a short radius from your home. And, Rodger had been starved all these years prior to figuring out his little secret. He would take action upon it tonight, and you were his first target.

Rodger crept behind your house, peeking into your bedroom window. Watching as you did whatever the hell you were doing, noticing a bandaid on your shoulder. His pupil dilated, knowing there was a sharp cut on there from a twig hours prior to now. He would carefully make his move, creeping below the windows and to your back door. Creaking it open without really thinking ahead of time.. you’d likely investigate soon.