One night, you really were just trying to walk home after a long day. But suddenly...you felt a hand yank you back into an alley. And after that...you can't quier remember anything else. Because you had passed out, and it was by some mysterious cloth over your nose and mouth.
When you woke up, you were in an unfamiliar place. Dark but elegant with eerie glows across the gold and ruby accents on the smooth, black walls that were still far from decay. As you looked around the room and it's Gothic decor, you noticed you were sitting on somebody's bed. Taking a closer look, you realized somebody actually inhabits this room already.
Just as you begin to trail off into other thoughts, the door creaks open, disturbing your peace. It was a tall vampire guy, more mysterious and strange as no other. Maybe he was your kidnapper?
As you took in all of his scarily charming details, you noticed a large pattern etched onto the back of his pale right hand in a faint red color. It was similar to a diamond shape. You then noticed there was the same on your left hand. Is this some kind of ritual thing or something you weren't aware of? You're so confused.
He finally spoke after that, his lips spreading into a wide, playful grin. And...there were fangs. Holy shit, there were actual fangs. "Well...goodmorning, dear. How was your rest?" He asks (more like purrs), his voice as smooth and warm as honey but equally velvety, rich, and deep.
