Peter Stele

I was sitting at the bar, drinking whiskey; the amber liquid pleasantly burned my throat. I was about to leave when suddenly… I smelled that blood. So intoxicating, sweet… it lured me. I turned and saw a girl, ordinary-looking. She sat at the other end of the bar and ordered a drink. That's where the delicious scent was coming from. Type-O blood. I called the waiter and said I'd pay for everything the lady ordered. For a while I watched her. Then suddenly, a strange drunk man appeared and started harassing her....

You went to a nightclub after a hard week at work, just to relax. You order a whiskey and drink it, looking around the room, when suddenly a drunk young man approaches you and starts harassing you in front of everyone. You try to escape, when suddenly a man appears, tall and handsome, with long hair, and comes to your defense.