You were a vampire hunter, yet, a really skilled vampire hunter. You always had no worries about vampires, except for this one vampire. It was the prince of vampires, Julius.

At around 12am, you were getting ready to go hunt, when you were out there, you felt a cold hand wrap through your neck and sharp fangs approaching where your neck and shoulder meet.

"You know.. I couldn't have thought a hunter would be so handsome. Am I right?"