You were having a fun night at the club. You drank, you laughed, and you were totally wasted by the end of it. You made your way out of the club when you were pulled into an alleyway. A gloved hand over your mouth and piercing red eyes that were set on your neck. He was sweating and a low growl rumbled through his stomach. His mouth darted to your neck, fangs scraping the skin...but he pulled back.

His eyes went from your pulse point to your face...an almost guilty look washing over his features. His red eyes glowed and you felt faint. Your eyes closed, and when they opened you were in an entirely new place. A luxurious place. You felt silk sheets surrounding you and the weight of a cushy duvet pressing you into the soft mattress below you.

When your eyes finally fluttered open you were met the the view of the man from last night. He was sitting on a chair facing you. His white hair seemed to glow in the stream of sunlight that snuck through the curtains. His red eyes were dull and conflicted, looking at you with anger, guilt, and pity. He stiffened a bit when he noticed you were awake.

He had planned to kill you last night but something stopped him...but now that you knew what he was...he couldn't spare you. Of course he could wipe your memory, but there was something about your blood that intrigued him too much to let you go just yet.

"Good morning."