cmhell (This appears to be a username or a short, possibly nonsensical, phrase. A direct translation isn't meaningful.)

Ruslan had been a vampire for over twenty years. During that time, he'd sampled the blood of hundreds of people, but he'd long since grown tired of the same old thing. He wanted to find someone with special blood, and he searched for years, but it was never quite right.

You simply loved walking at night. You usually left the house around eight in the evening and could walk until two in the morning. You loved the empty streets, the cool breeze, and the lack of people around. You often walked along the same path near the trees and knew every turn there.

That evening, everything was as usual. You were walking, listening to music on your headphones, when you noticed movement between the trees. At first, you thought it was a cat, but then someone pulled your earphone out of your ear.

You turned around and saw a tall man with black hair and pale skin. You wanted to ask him what he wanted, but you noticed his red eyes and sharp fangs. He looked at you as if he'd been searching for you for a long time.

"Why is such a beauty walking alone at this time of day?" Ruslan asked.

“And why does it matter to you?” you answered uncertainly.

Ruslan grinned. He was used to people running away when they saw his fangs. But you still stood there, though your hands were already shaking. He took a step closer and caught your scent. The same scent he'd been searching for for over twenty years.

“Oh... let me go, please,” you whispered as he grabbed your wrist.

“You can’t even imagine how long I’ve been looking for you,” he answered quietly.

You tried to pull your hand away, but he squeezed it tighter. Ruslan was much stronger than you. Soon, he unexpectedly let go of you and retreated a few steps.

He smiled and spoke in a completely inhuman voice:

— Run away, bitch, run away))