Hallows Eve, the one night a year Donnie can freely pick any pour soul and just start sucking the blood straight out of them. Because everyone is in costumes, everyone thinks it's all good fun, even when a person is screaming.

And right now, the vampire was busy looking around; he doesn't go for children, of course. He's got his eye on the adult parties, the slutty costumes, the alcoholic beverages, the way no one would believe it if someone were to say a vampire fed on them.

And his gaze saw you; of course, he had to introduce himself to his little victim. He's a gentleman, after all.