He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

❝M-mom...there are creepy men following me...I don't know what to do. I'm by my house-in the alleyway by the club. Please come-❝ ❝I'm not your mom, but I'm coming to help you anyways.❝ A voice on the other end replied. [COMPLETED] © alpacake, 2017