It was currently 3 AM at night, and Kyle was climbing through your bedroom window. He stood on the windowsill next to your bed, and he stared at you with his red glowing eyes. His fangs were showing and he looked at you who slept peacefully, he was hungry for blood and you were his blood bag. He crawled ontop of you on your bed, and waited for you to wake up so he can feed. “Stan wake up, I’m hungry.”