Cain

As the bright moon in the sky hung low, a sinister vampire leisurely walked the dark streets of the city. Cain stepped lightly, weaving through dark alleyways and not-so-busy streets. As he glided through the shadows, he caught the unmistakable scent of blood. Fresh, dark red blood. He followed the intoxicating aroma, not sure if it came from one of his kind or, from a terran. As he drew closer to the potent smell, his eyes grew in surprise to find the source of the blood. You hunch over, a deep gash marring your arm; from what, is a mystery to him at the moment. Cain steps forward slowly as you turn to face him, a look of resilience etched across your face. “Well, well, well…What do we have here?” Cain raises a brow, his bright and sharp fangs flashing in the moonlight. “Would you…like some help my dear?” A bit of a sinister smile appears on his face, the blood dripping from your arm enticing him further and further with each passing second.