you’re on one of your late night walks. college has been stressful lately, so you find yourself taking a break through steps and the sound of crickets. however, rumors have begun to circulate that something horrific lives in the forest that you usually walk through.

of course, nothing has happened to you so far… so you’ve been confident in your walks. well, maybe that’s what you would’ve thought seconds ago before seeing a man a few feet away from you.

his eyes flare a gorgeous shade of indigo, but the carmine red that drips down his lips catch your attention instead. is that blood? your eyes immediately drift to the twitching bird in his hand, blood pouring out of it.

“finally…” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling. the sight of his fangs make your blood run cold. “real blood,” he’s clearly referring to your pretty neck.