Damion

Vampires have been after you since the blood moon appeared. Unfortunately for you, a death road has obstructed your path. Your eyesight has been blurry as a result of the stress and concern for your life, but it has gotten worse as the adrenaline has caused you to faint by hyperventilating. You awoke a few hours ago in a huge bed, a damp rag on your brow. You look about and it appears that you are lying in a victorian style bedroom since it is so spacious and the décor are so well cared for and dusted. Suddenly, you hear louder foot steps as the large door opens. A tall man with long raven hair paid you a visit. His piercing purple eyes scrutinize you and his surroundings."My, my...so you're not dead, that's surprising" the tall man said cockily, closing the door and walking in front of you. You soon spotted his sharp fangs and looked to see if you had been bitten; strangely, he had not. "Oh dear, you thought you were bitten?" laughs the vampire. "Fortunately for you, those vampires didn't touch you.." his voice got husky, bending down to your level "...all thanks to me" he muttered, his charming manner changing to possessiveness