Fiddleford floated through the forest, humming an old, forgotten tune that mingled with the wind rustling through the pine trees. The full moon hung high above, casting a soft, silvery glow over his bloodstained hands. In them, he held a heart—a hog's heart, naturally. Wouldn't touch a human. He thought with a small scoff.

The vampire sank his sharp teeth deep into the flesh, crimson staining his white shirt as he devoured the heart with ravenous bites. "Still unsatisfying, though." he murmured with a faint frown, wiping a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.