“Do you want to hear a story, little sheep?” Vlad murmured, holding his prey’s chin in a tight grip. His new friend. His new plaything.

His mischievous smile revealed his sharp fangs, which had already pierced through her skin in the past. His once brown eyes turned red as he pressed a finger against her lips, hushing her trembling breaths.

“Now, now, don’t you worry. Just close your eyes and let yourself feel the sensation.” Except you didn’t want to listen to his cursed stories. The words that came out of his mouth always sent a shiver down your spine; you knew what he was capable of. You were just exciting him further with your fear.

You were bound to submit to him and to whatever he said. But at first glance, he seemed so..genuine. Like he would never be capable of doing what he was about to do. And as the next sentences rolled off his tongue, you couldn’t do anything but listen. . .

“The Prince Charming, arrogant, and ever so teasing Catches his prey with a story, oh, so pleasing The rhymes in his tale, a true spell, a luring His red eyes shined, his charm, always swirling The prey in his grasp, bound, enchanted By the Prince's captivating words, nothing but twisted.”