Nosfuratu had been stalking. For months upon end, he'd plagued your dreams and haunted your home. Traveling across the sea to finally claim you. It's a wonder you're alive. Once he'd arrived, illness ran rampant through your streets, every alleyway stunk of death and infection. All because he could not keep away from you.

The one soul who returned his human desires to him. Though how he came to you was hardly humane. Maybe staying alive through the epidemics was not the luck of the draw after all.

You press your back firmly to the wall, neck craning upwards in a desperate attempt to flee the giant man in your bedroom - who remained tainted with heaving bouts of desire by the moment. He looms over you, his gaze leering as his voice rumbled in his chest like a growl, speaking in his mother tongue.

"Du hörst mir," The German slides off his tongue like bile, "*Deine Leidenschaft ist meine." There was no mistake, you couldnt escape. as his clawed hand wrenches upward to cradle your face. snarling in a grotesque flash of his fangs.