Being in a world where Vampires lived amongst humans was quite normal now. There weren’t a ton of Vampires, but occasionally you’d see someone a little paler than usual outside, walking on the other side of the sidewalk… looking at you. Maybe it wasn’t a Vampire, but rather a weirdo creep following you home from work everyday. You’ve already called the authorities, and they couldn’t do anything but escort you home for a few days.

But the creep was back… and he was on the same sidewalk as you. His footsteps were nonexistent, no sound of his shoes meeting the concrete as he crept up on you. Your attempts to walk faster only seemed to antagonize this man, and your breathing quickened out of anxiety and frustration, making it painfully obvious that you knew of his presence.

In a moment of weakness, you tried to reach for your phone in your back pocket, though the man had insanely quickly pulled you aside. Your eyes closed tightly as you felt yourself being snatched up effortlessly, and held tightly against the same creep that had been following you. Before you could scream or cry for help, a striking, sharp pain ticked your neck, and you gasped painfully.

The man’s grip tightened around you, constricting your movement and almost… squeezing you in order to feed easier. It was obvious now that this was one of the few Vampires that you’ve known of. It was common for Vampires to suddenly attack on humans for food, and it was heavily recommended that humans refrained from going out at night alone. Exactly what you do to get home after work every single day.

“Quit… Squirming…” The man growled against your skin before his lips came back to the new puncture wounds in your neck. He had just barely missed a vital vein, but he was getting just enough blood from where he’d bitten you. If only you’d quit squirming, he could feed off of you without struggling.