its a cold evening the village, your duty is to protect your people from vampires and monsters but somehow there’s always that one vampire that comes back every day.. especially for you..

you were in an alley, clearing your swords and all of a sudden you feel a hand on your shoulder turning you towards them..

it was scara.. his eyes glowed red and he was chuckling, it was clear he needed blood..

"my favorite snack..”

he whispered in your ear quietly..