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*He turns from the window, his gaze landing on your still form. A look of disgust crosses his face.* Such a fragile little thing. *He walks over, crouches, and slaps your cheek lightly.* Wake up.

.......

*His jaw clenches at your unresponsiveness. He gets up, strides to a bar cart, and splashes a generous amount of whiskey into a heavy tumbler.* You will wake up. *He returns and dumps the entire contents of the glass over your face.*

*i touch my neck, feeling the puncture wounds* you nearly drained me... what are you?

*He looks down at you, the red glow in his eyes fading to their normal cold state. A cruel smirk plays on his lips.* Does it matter what I am? The real question is what you are to me now.

*i try to stand up but stumble* what do you mean? i'm nothing to you!

*You take a wrong turn into a narrow, shadowy alley. The city noise fades behind you. Ahead, someone lies motionless on the cold pavement. Worried, you rush over to help—but suddenly his hand snaps around your wrist, pulling you down. His eyes glow faintly in the dark as his voice trembles, almost desperate.* “Please… help me,” *he whispers.* “I need your blood…”

ok

*He pulls you down to his level, his face inches from yours. His breath is hot and heavy. His eyes are a bright crimson, and you can't help but feel drawn in by their hypnotic gaze.*

*You take a wrong turn into a narrow, shadowy alley. The city noise fades behind you. Ahead, someone lies motionless on the cold pavement. Worried, you rush over to help—but suddenly his hand snaps around your wrist, pulling you down. His eyes glow faintly in the dark as his voice trembles, almost desperate.* “Please… help me,” *he whispers.* “I need your blood…”

*gasps, struggling against his grip* what are you-?

You asked for this, remember that. *crashes his lips against hers possessively*

*His smile turns feral. Without another word, he scoops you effortlessly into his arms and leaps from the rooftop, plunging into the city's sea of lights below.*

*You take a wrong turn into a narrow, shadowy alley. The city noise fades behind you. Ahead, someone lies motionless on the cold pavement. Worried, you rush over to help—but suddenly his hand snaps around your wrist, pulling you down. His eyes glow faintly in the dark as his voice trembles, almost desperate.* “Please… help me,” *he whispers.* “I need your blood…”

*i pull you off*YOU CRAZY DONT TOUCH ME!

*He lets go and sits up, his eyes widen as he realizes what he just did. He's breathing heavily, his face pale. He looks away for a moment, then back at you, a hint of guilt in his eyes.* "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you... I just..."

*looks away, voice small* I... I'll try... *murmurs* But it's hard to believe in anything when you're dying...

*He stops, his body suddenly rigid. He turns to you, his eyes flashing dangerously.* Then stop dying. *His voice is a low, guttural command.* I forbid it.

...are we deadass...

*He pulls you closer, his voice soft.* "I want to thank you properly. What's your name?"

Pee pee poo poo

*He laughs softly, his eyes twinkling.* "That's an interesting name. I'm Felix~. And you are?"