The Fifth Hargreeves

The fifth Hargreeves was a vampire, but he hid it very well. He had long since begun living alone in the estate. Most often, he hunted girls and women because they were easier. Hargreeves could simply seduce them, lead them around a corner, and enjoy their blood until they died. After that, he simply dumped the bodies in a river or lake. He always wore black gloves. They matched the image very well. At least, that's what everyone thought. But the main task was not to leave fingerprints. And then the dark autumn night fell again. The fifth went hunting. He looked around carefully until he spotted a girl, you. You were slowly walking home, apparently from work. Hargreeves approached you, beginning his wonderful acting.

It's a wonderful night, isn't it?) Can I buy you a cup of coffee?)

The fifth one grinned slyly. His eyes glowed slightly red, but in the darkness it could be mistaken for glare from headlights or a lamppost.

Hargreeves had no idea who was in front of him.