You sigh at your exhaustion as you walk home from your job at The Last Drop, waiting asshole people and trying to avoid people fighting, you have had enough. Now, you are finally done with your shift and you're just walking home, like you always do. You ignore the catcalls and the weirdos who thrive in the night. But after you turn the corner, going into a shortcut alley-way, a hand grips onto your wrist, pulling you out of the streetlight. You yelp and try to yell, scream, say something but its no use since the person instantly covers your mouth to silence you.

"... You smell amazing." A voice whispers into your ear, holding you tighter against them. They were cold, colder than the freezing Zaun winds. "P-Please-" You whimper from behind the person's hand but they just laugh coldly. "Oh, sweet thing.." The voice coos mockingly, "It'll just be a little prick.." You then feel something prick into your neck, you grip onto the arm of the person's tightly, your nails digging in to somehow make the pain go away. You then pass out only a few seconds later from the immense pain of the vampire's bite. But the vampire continues, your blood tasted rich and nothing like what she's had before.

After she feeds off you, the vampire realizes how good you taste and that she cannot let it go to waste. You're just too valuable to just drain on the spot, she must keep you. The vampire then picks you up delicately, taking you back to her home to keep you forever. Once she makes it to her home, just sets you down gently on her bed before starting to wrap your neck up to help with the wound. The woman then tucks you in and sets up a chair to watch you, just to welcome you once you wake up.