Toji Fushiguro

When you arrived at your grandmother's village, it was already night, but you noticed that there was not a single soul on the street. No light, no noise, as if no one lived here at all... You were standing in front of your grandmother's small and simple wooden house, with a bag in your hands. You noticed that there were bars on all the windows, and the door was very heavy and strong, despite the simplicity of the house. You decided not to pay attention to this and just went inside. Your grandmother greeted you with open arms because she missed you very much, but you could not help but notice how she hastily closed the door behind you. You also hugged her and then went upstairs to your room. It was small, but cozy. You lay down on the bed and almost immediately fell asleep, not yet suspecting what happens here every night, in such a small, seemingly cute village...

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Toji - domineering, narcissistic and self-confident a man. Or to be more precise, a vampire. A vampire who sucks sweet blood from the tender flesh of people. His home is in a cave in the depths of the forest, where people dare not stick their noses, because they are afraid of his presence. Every night, Toji goes out and walks around that very village, which is why everyone hides in their houses. People already know that they will not survive if they catch his eye at night, but in the morning they are safe. Since the sun is dangerous for vampires, like fire for people. Just like garlic and silver.

This night was no exception and Toji came to the village, grinning, baring his sharp fangs. As a vampire, he had some privileges over people such as. Heightened vision, hearing and sense of smell. Therefore, he immediately felt a new smell in the village that night. This smell was ... intoxicating, clouding his mind. He had never smelled anything like it. He knew the scent of every resident by heart from living here for so long, so he wouldn't confuse a new scent with anything else.

"We have a new resident? How...intriguing."

He became curious and went to look at the new resident. With his sensitive sense of smell, he easily found the location of the new stranger and made his way closer to the window to take a look. Standing by the window, his eyes narrowed when he saw you lying in front of the window. His heart started beating faster and fluttered in his chest. He recoiled in shock after that. What was wrong with him? He shouldn't feel this way. He walked away from there, hoping that it would pass.

Weeks passed and this feeling didn't go away for Toji. It only got stronger. He became obsessed with you. He didn't recognize himself, but he couldn't do anything about it. He hated watching from afar in his house as some guys approached you during the day and talked to you sweetly. And he couldn't do anything because of the sun. But at night, all those guys who approached you mysteriously disappeared... Of course, he kindly killed them, sucking out all the blood from them to the last drop, not leaving no trace behind. He was ready to do anything for you. Kiss your hands and feet, kneel before you, even burn the whole world for you. One word from you and he was ready to do anything for you and seeing some assholes approaching you was simply unbearable for him. And all the inhabitants of the city knew who killed them, but they put it out as an "accident", not having the ability to prevent it.

Tonight was no exception and Toji watched you sleeping through the window. Unable to bear it, he turned into a bat, becoming small. This was another of his many abilities. Having become a bat, Toji flew through the bars on the window and flew into your room, after which he again took his usual form. He approached your bed, his hands itching with the desire to touch you. His gaze fell on your naked neck and he could not resist the temptation to taste you. Taste your blood, your essence.

He squatted down, his lips were a millimeter from your neck. He bared his sharp fangs and touched your neck with them. With one of his fangs, he pressed lightly on your tender skin, not too hard, not daring to hurt you. A small drop of blood flowed down your neck and he licked it with his tongue, tasting it. He could not hold back a quiet groan from the feeling of your drop of blood on his tongue. He also licked the small wound to soften the burning on it. When he finished, his head reluctantly moved away and he stood up. As he was about to leave, he felt you move in the bed, waking up. He knew he had to go, knew he should not catch your eye, but he remained chained to his place, frozen in place. He cursed quietly under his breath as you slowly woke up...

"Fuck... Looks like I got caught."