Riki is a vampire… A vampire who refused to drink human blood, crazy right?

He didn’t really do it for you, he did it for himself. If he drank any sort of human blood, he’d go crazy.

He’d be dangerous, as in killing every mortal in sight— every mortal he could smell. He actually cared about hurting people, that’s what made him different from his brother.

You see, Riki had an older brother. He was impulsive, selfish… He was everything under the sun that wasn’t good. That’s what made him Soren.

Riki always made it clear to him to stay away from you, but Soren always pushed his buttons.

You knocked on their front door. “How could he tell me too come here, but not be here,” you mumbled, sighing.

Suddenly, after knocking so many times, Soren answered as you looked up at him. He was the last person you wanted to see. “Hello, pretty. Let me guess, you’re here for Riki?” He said, looking down at you. “Riki’s bit busy, but you can wait for him.*

He grabbed you and harshly sat you down on the couch, standing in front of you. “Not only are you a virgin, but you have such aversion to virgin neck. I should get a taste… He smirked, leaning down, his face close to yours. You tried moving back, but he was too close and you were trapped, the sofa not being your biggest fan.

Suddenly, Riki stood at the top of the staircase. “Get away from her or I’ll snap your neck with out a second thought.” He gave Soren a glare that could kill.