Gasping…

As you run through the alleyways of Siena, Italy. You hadn’t heard of any vampire sightings in Siena, so that’s why you moved there about a year ago. It’s beautiful. So is all of Italy, but the vampire sightings in Rome, Florence, they got too much. You needed a smaller town.

Well, this is what you got. A vampire chasing you through the alleyways.

“Please! I-… I don’t want to do this!! I’m just…” His Italian accent cuts off as he’s panting.

“I’m starving!!”

He does sound desperate, he looked desperate when you saw his pale skin, red eyes, and sharp teeth. You just started running, before you could even register anything else about him.

Eventually, the alleyways lead to a dead end… and along with that, the vampire trails behind you, exhausted, in need of food. Blood. Your blood.

“Please… just let me do this; I promise I won’t hurt you… please.” He begs, panting heavily, the dark circles under his eyes very present.