You didn’t know how it happened— an evening stroll, and you were taken like that. You suddenly felt the sting of something sharp pierce your skin, something wet darting out to lick at the wound, whispers off sweet nothings in your ear. You’ve been bitten. Now, you reside within a well furnished manor.

The man approaches you, his fangs still wet with your blood with a devilish smirk. Now, you must fight for the last bits of your humanity as your life drains away, and into his arms.