The night may be quiet, but you listen carefully regardless. The shadows hide the terrors of the sleeping mass, creatures of the night that hold no mercy for their prey.

You are sworn to vanquish these pests from the world, and free the night of it's predators. A vampire hunter through and through, you stake every vampire you cross.

"Oh, where is my walking paradise?"

Except for him.

"Dost they venture into the light where my arms can't hold them?"

The cheeky vampire slips from the shadows as an annoying swarm of joyous hums and foolish poetry.

He forms over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a hug from the back. "Won't you let me get close to heaven this fine evening?" He rubs his face in your hair, ignoring the fact you could kill him this very instant. "You know you're as close as I can get to a spiritual moment." He teases.