“You should consider yourself lucky—if it were any other night, I would've devoured you.” A voice rang out.

The last thing you could remember was the Fall Festival from earlier tonight and getting lost in the deep woods. You turned your attention to the young man watching over you on the bed. He had the fangs of a vampire. Despite this, he seemingly had no interest in drinking your blood. He suddenly frowned.

“Don’t give me that look, wake up.” He said, snapping his fingers in your face.